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Night dripped slowly between the walls of the old villa, untouched by time. The wooden windows were cracked, and the torn curtains fluttered in the wind like ghostly hands, eager to welcome the arrival. In the living room, dust danced in the dim light, tracing invisible yet real paths.
On the second floor, a room was locked from the outside. Behind it, a cracked mirror reflected a faint shadow. The shadow didn't move. It stared at the door, as if it knew... the time had come.
Someone had been here before. Someone who never truly left. It waited-patiently, with a frozen vengeance.
On the peeling wall, there was writing in dried blood.
"The fifth never came back."