Leena pushed open the door to her room, the old wooden frame groaning in protest. The room was small, with a single bed pushed against the wall, its white sheets slightly yellowed with age. A wooden dresser stood in the corner, its mirror cracked at the edge. The only source of light was a dim bulb hanging from the ceiling, flickering every few seconds as if struggling to stay alive.
The air smelled of dust and something faintly metallic, like old rust. The walls were bare except for a single painting—a landscape that had long since faded, its once-vibrant colors dulled into lifeless shades. There was a small bathroom attached, its door slightly ajar, revealing an old clawfoot tub beneath a dim light.
Leena exhaled. It wasn't luxurious, but it would do.
She dropped her bag onto the bed and ran a hand through her hair. After hours of travel, all she wanted was a hot bath to wash away the exhaustion clinging to her body.
She stepped into the bathroom, twisting the faucet. The pipes groaned before releasing a steady stream of warm water into the tub. As the steam began to rise, she pulled off her clothes, letting them fall carelessly onto the tiled floor.
Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention. Her curves were well-defined, her skin smooth, still glistening slightly from the cold air outside. The warm light made her caramel-toned skin glow, highlighting the soft slopes of her breasts and the gentle curve of her waist. She ran a hand over her stomach, feeling the faint tension in her muscles from the long journey.
Sliding into the tub, the warmth wrapped around her, loosening the knots in her shoulders. She closed her eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh as the water lapped gently against her skin.
But then—
A feeling.
Like she wasn't alone.
Leena's eyes snapped open. She glanced at the bathroom door, half expecting to see it wide open, but it was still closed. The dim light flickered again.
Her heart pounded.
It was probably nothing. Just nerves.
Yet, as she leaned back, she couldn't shake the overwhelming sensation that someone—something—was watching her.