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Evelyn Willard, weakened by years of drug addiction, was always frail. She fell down the stairs, rolled twice, and finally came to a stop at the corner between two flights of stairs, motionless.
"...Evelyn Willard?" Jade Carlson's voice trembled with fear as she softly called out her name.
There was no response.
In the dimly lit stairwell at night, only a faint light was on, casting a hazy glow around, giving rise to a sense of terror in the illusion.
Jade Carlson's body shook, whether from the cold or from fear was unclear.
She wanted to go down and check on Evelyn Willard's condition, but her legs were weak and lacked the strength to do so.
Just at this moment, from the other side of the stairwell, the sound of heavy footsteps reverberated...
Jade Carlson's scalp tingled.
She turned her head to look and saw Nathaniel Summers slowly emerging from the shadows, his grim face wearing a mockery of a smile, but his eyes were not smiling at all.
