INTRODUCTION
Dedication
“ To every soul who learned to breathe through the ache -
This story is yours. ”
Prologue
When she sped into a restricted area that night —reckless and blinded by fury she witnessed something that she was never supposed to see.
Yet curiosity took her back night after night, convinced she was being discreet.
And then she finally decided to step inside the mansion,
a strange stillness wrapped around her.
Then—
a presence.
A warmth at the back of her neck.
Someone breathing too close.
“Who are you searching for, Professor?”
He tilted her face toward the window—
a gun’s red dot fixed on her.
Then another, from the other side.
Every aim pointed at her.
“If you want to escape,” he whispered,
“then run.”
“RUN!” — his voice roared through the halls.
Her pulse hammered as she sprinted,
every step echoing in fear.
And just as she crossed the gate —
The world behind her exploded.
A deafening Silence.
The mansion was swallowed in flames.
And from the fire…
walked out him.
Copyright
© 2025 by Nyritha. All rights reserved.
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