When they stepped through the door, the team found themselves standing on the edge of a dark hill, facing an imposing Victorian house. Rain lashed down on the twisted landscape, casting everything in shades of gray and crimson. The house looked both dilapidated and ominous, as if soaked in memories too terrible to speak of.
"This must be where Aarti Sinha was last seen," Vlada said, shivering slightly.
The team entered the house cautiously, their flashlights illuminating the dust-covered furniture and faded wallpaper. A broken chandelier hung from the ceiling, creaking with every gust of wind that slipped through the cracked windows.
Ayan's voice broke the silence. "If Rao's subconscious brought us here, it's because this house holds the key to the truth."
