Rosemary and Adrian arrived at the grand villa where Casandra had been hiding, the night air thick with tension. The gates loomed ahead, shadows stretching long under the dim streetlights.

Adrian whispered, his hand lightly brushing Rosemary’s. “Stay calm. Let’s handle this smartly. No rash moves.”

Rosemary nodded, her jaw tight with determination. “I’m ready. She won’t ruin anyone else tonight.”

They stepped inside, the mansion eerily silent. Casandra appeared in the main hall, her face twisted in a mix of surprise and false innocence. “Well, well… if it isn’t the perfect little victims,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Rosemary stepped forward, voice steady but cold. “It’s over,...