C79 The Quiet Between Storms

The mansion was quiet that night.

Too quiet.

Arun sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing the clean shirt the maid had left for him. The faint hum of rain outside brushed against the windows, steady and soft.

For the first time in days, he wasn’t running.

He wasn’t fighting.

He was just... still.

And that stillness scared him more than anything