“Who’s there?!” Deviana’s voice cracked in the empty parking lot, echoing against the concrete walls.

She had just stepped out of the elevator, her stride halting abruptly when she heard the sharp sound of footsteps against the cement floor. The neon light above her flickered, casting long, distorted shadows that deepened the eerie atmosphere.

Deviana clutched her bag tightly against her shoulder, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. For days, she had felt someone tailing her—strange stares on the street, the persistent sound of a motorcycle never too far behind, and those anonymous phone calls that offered nothing but silence.

Tonight, it felt like all of those suspicions had finally...