The night wind gently blew through Evalina's hair as she stepped out of the small corner minimarket. A plastic bag containing bread and milk hung from her hand. The street was nearly deserted, with only the occasional car passing by. Yet, an unsettling feeling crept into her chest—as if she was being watched.

Her steps slowed. She glanced over her shoulder.

No one.

Still, the discomfort didn’t fade.

Her phone vibrated in her hand, and she quickly reached for it, hoping it was Monique.

It wasn’t.

An unknown number.

She ignored it.

Trying to calm herself, Evalina kept walking. But then, in the reflection of a shop’s glass window, she...