That night, Vania’s apartment was steeped in silence. The dim lights cast long shadows across the room, and the soft drizzle outside tapped faintly against the windowpane. She had just returned from work, exhaustion weighing on her body, her mind still clouded by the relentless storm of scandalous headlines that haunted her every day.

As she slipped off her heels and pushed the door shut, her gaze froze on something unusual resting on the small table near the window. A doll.

It was small, crudely made, shaped like a ghost draped in white cloth. Two black buttons served as hollow eyes, staring blankly into nothingness.

Her heart skipped a beat....