The steady beep of the heart monitor blended with the soft hum of the hospital’s air conditioning. Vania lay on the bed, trying to close her eyes after the heated argument between Devandra and Arga. But her mind kept spinning, restless, unable to find peace.

Suddenly—

Creaaak…

The faint sound of the door sliding open reached her ears. Vania opened her eyes slowly, assuming it was a nurse. But the footsteps that entered were different—heavy, slow, deliberate.

“Mrs. Vania…” The voice was low, almost a whisper, yet enough to make the hairs on her neck stand on end.

Vania turned, her eyes widening. In the corner of the room stood...