"Where is it?" Doris whispered, her voice trembling. She frantically searched her room, tossing pillows and blankets aside. Her heart pounded in her chest as she frantically searched for the missing item.
"What will I say? I can't just tell him I lost it," she muttered to herself, her voice filled with dread. "I don't even want to think about what he might do to me."
Tired of searching, She bent down as she sat on the floor, her head resting against the cold, hard wood. Her mind flashed back to the terrifying encounter with the masked man. She remembered the intensity of his gaze, the cold, calculating look in his eyes. He had given her the ring, a symbol of her passage to see the mysterious master. But now, it was gone.
