C31 A Borrowed Life

A chilling silence descended upon the room, broken only by the rhythmic rasp of Nadia's shallow breaths. The air crackled with unspoken tension, heavy and suffocating.

Dante's brow furrowed slightly. "Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in the oppressive darkness.

Nadia remained rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the ebony bed in the center of the room. Fear, cold and sharp