Adrian's mind whirled in confusion and anger, his eyes narrowing at Veda. "What the hell are you doing?" he thought, though his lips couldn't move to form the words.
Veda, her face now devoid of the emotions she had shown earlier, turned her gaze toward the entrance.
The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway beyond the door—slow, deliberate, each step resonating ominously.
Adrian's pulse quickened once again, a chill creeping up his spine as seconds dragged on like hours. This scene was eerily similar to those horror movies. Whoever was approaching was taking their time, each footfall ringing out like a death knell in the suffocating silence of the room.
Finally, the door creaked open.
A figure stepped inside, veiled in dark, flowing fabric, their presence instantly filling the room. The figure's posture was poised, their movements graceful yet dripping with cold malice.
