The pills and other supplements begin cascading from the compartment, each one clattering against the tile floor, their echoes amplified in the otherwise silent bathroom—save for the ominous sizzling of her hands.
The air felt dense, and each hiss of heat that escaped her palms seemed to carve a deeper sense of dread into the room.
Fortuitously, a roll of toilet paper landed right beside him. Without hesitation, Leonardo seized it, hurling it in the woman's direction.
The pristine white contrasted sharply against her entirely red ensemble, momentarily breaking the room's visual monotony. Without a second thought, she blasted it away, disintegrating it mid-air, leaving only a few smoldering fragments to fall uselessly to the ground.
She advanced towards him, her steps swift and deliberate, like a predator closing in on wounded prey.
