"What are my things doing here, Ross?" Sandra asked, her voice sharp with confusion.
She had barely stepped into the hotel room when she spotted her entire streaming setup—camera, microphone, lighting—perfectly arranged as if she were about to go live.
Her stomach twisted at the sight. She had never brought any of this equipment here, so how did it end up in this place?
But what truly sent a shiver down her spine was the bed.
Scattered across the pristine white sheets were ropes, candles, and an assortment of unfamiliar objects—things that looked like they belonged in some kind of ritual or a scene from a movie she had no desire to be a part of.
Her pulse quickened.
She had never seen such things in person before, let alone expected to find them waiting for her.
She turned to Ross, demanding answers with her wide, questioning eyes.
He merely chuckled, his lips curling into an amused smirk.
