Ophelia stood frozen in horror, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear, as she witnessed the nightmarish scene unfold before her. Samuel, with a chillingly relieved expression on his face, slowly advanced towards her. The dim light cast ominous shadows on the bloodied sword he left behind, alongside the lifeless body of the pregnant woman.
The air in the corridor felt thick with dread, with each step Samuel took echoing with the weight of the unspeakable act he had just committed. Ophelia's trembling breaths were the only sounds that dared to break the oppressive silence that hung in the aftermath.
As Samuel drew nearer, Ophelia's fear intensified. His once familiar face now seemed distorted by madness, a grotesque mask of someone she thought she knew. The sight of his expression, devoid of remorse, sent a shiver down her spine.
