A moment of silence followed after the voice finished, and Nellas, who was already nervous, couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
His heart was beating fast, and his mouth was dry as a lump was forming in his throat.
A despair was spreading in his chest, and a cold feeling ran through his whole body.
He couldn't really understand what this fictitious voice was saying.
It couldn't be true.
Because he had just met Ember a few days ago.
And she was still alive.
As of now, she must be sleeping in his house.
So why was this voice telling him such nonsense?
Why was it speaking about his wife dying?
Why was it talking about him killing her?
None of the things he heard made sense.
He would never do something like that.
No, he couldn't even think about it.
She was his love.
So, there was no way.
No way that he would ever harm her.
Never.
Ever.
'Ember...'
