Emily stood at the edge of the abandoned garden, the wind tugging at the ends of her icy-blue braids. It was an eerie place—half-forgotten, swallowed by time and nature, where crumbling statues stood like silent ghosts among overgrown weeds. The air smelled faintly of rust and old rain. She stood still, one gloved hand resting on her hip, the other loosely holding the phone she had used to confirm her arrival.
She didn't come here just because someone told her to. She came because she wanted to. Because she heard that he was here — The one responsible for Elizabeth's death.
Her fingers twitched at the thought, and her expression hardened. The memory of her sister's laughter, of the quiet moments they'd shared before everything changed, felt so distant now—like a dream that had soured into a nightmare. She hadn't expected to find herself face-to-face with the man who ended it all so soon… but fate, it seemed, had different plans.
