Silya continued walking her way to the estate when she arrived where the master's room was supposed to be and saw rays of light sipping out of the small creak of the window.
As Silya peered through the cracked door, her eyes met with the terrified gaze of the head maid's daughter. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows on the motionless figures lying on the floor. Mila stood confidently in the center of the room, her eyes reflecting a mix of triumph and satisfaction.
Silya's heart raced as she tried to comprehend the scene before her. The head maid and her daughter were alive, but something seemed off. They were lying on the floor, their bodies contorted in unnatural positions, and their eyes betrayed a silent plea for help.
"What... What have you done, Mila?" Silya whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief.
