The Next Morning. 9:00 AM. The Cross Mansion.

Aria didn’t sleep. She spent the night staring at the ceiling, replaying the whisper in her head like a corrupted audio file.

“I know what you did. You witch.”

Was it real? Or was it the guilt finally cracking her psyche?

She sat up, throwing the duvet off. She wasn't a woman who waited for the monster to come out from under the bed. She was the woman who dragged it out and shot it.

She needed to know. She needed to break Vivienne’s mask.

She picked up her phone and dialed the Carter Mansion.

Ring. Ring.

“Hello?” It was the housekeeper....