Iamwriter69god
On the cold, silent night of March 23rd, Mita finds herself walking home alone through a city that feels eerily empty. The familiar streets she's known for 20 years now seem like a maze, and as mist begins to envelop her, she feels an unnatural chill settling in. Her calls for help fall silent, as if the night itself has stolen her voice. Just when she thinks the terror is over, a sinister figure appears at her doorstep with a blood-curdling laugh and a cryptic message: #######