That evening, heavy clouds loomed overhead, mirroring the unrest that had plagued Hunter's heart since morning. He stood in front of the grand gate of Shopia Joy’s luxurious estate, disguised in a PowerFix electrician’s uniform borrowed from an old acquaintance. In his hand, he carried a fake toolkit—filled more with hope than wires.

“This is the only way,” he muttered.

After greeting the gatekeeper and handing over a forged work order about checking the main electrical cable, Hunter was granted entry. His breath caught as he stepped onto the pristine backyard. The air carried the scent of lavender and fresh paint—nothing about it hinted at the darkness hiding within these...