In the heart of darkness, Lavish grapples with terrifying visions, his limbs numb and broken. As shadows close in, he feels the cold grip of death, yet his agony morphs into surreal nightmares. Awakening to a luxurious room, he encounters a strange...
"I fear being alone, yet how intriguing it is," the lady murmured, reclining on the couch. Her voice carried an eerie calmness as she continued, "I can see everything happening, and yet no other eyes seem to catch it. This world is full of possibilities—happiness and sorrow alike. All it needs is a little change."
"Isn't that so, my lord?" she asked, her eyes searching the darkness.
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"Yes, indeed," a deep, resonant voice responded, emerging from the shadows. A colossal figure with glowing red eyes loomed in the darkness, its presence both menacing and reassuring.
"What are these figures anyway? You humans are so curious," the figure mused. "But sometimes, your judgments—your assessments—are so gravely mistaken that you never see the consequences coming."
The same was true for Yamini. Her life had been turned upside down in just a single day, leaving her uncertain whether she would survive the night. The darkness seemed endless, and fear gnawed at her resolve.
"Damn it! Why isn't this phone working? How are we supposed to call for backup?" one officer whispered urgently to the other, their tension growing as they realized how dire their situation had become.
Yamini sat quietly in the corner, fear gripping her so tightly that she felt on the verge of losing consciousness. The dim room was filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the distant sounds of gunfire echoing through the hospital. The guards stationed with her were tense, their expressions betraying the terror they were trying desperately to conceal.
Suddenly, the gunfire ceased, and an eerie, pin-drop silence enveloped the hospital. The only sound that remained was the steady ticking of the main clock, its echo reverberating ominously through the empty hallways.
The guards struggled to maintain their composure, their hands trembling as they clutched their weapons. Beneath their stoic faces, tears threatened to spill over. They had no idea if their comrades downstairs were still alive or if they had been slaughtered by the unknown assailants. The uncertainty was almost unbearable.
Then, a new sound shattered the silence—heavy footsteps approaching from the stairwell they had used earlier. The guards, trained to survive even the most harrowing situations, immediately snapped into combat stances. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they prepared to face whatever threat was coming.
The footsteps drew closer, and a voice—hoarse and filled with agony—cried out, "CAN SOMEONE HELP ME? PLEASE, HELP ME IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME!"
"Should we open the door? It sounds like one of our men," Guard No. 1 whispered, his voice barely audible over the tension.
"We can't take that risk. We don't know who's out there. Reinforcements haven't been confirmed yet," the second guard replied, his voice equally hushed but firm.
Suddenly, a violent knock on the door shook the makeshift barricade of furniture they had erected. The force of the blow caught everyone off guard. Yamini, overwhelmed by fear, screamed—a sound that pierced through the oppressive silence, sending a wave of panic through the room.
