Unexpected Return

The room was small, with black walls covered in twisted, graffiti-like faces.

Blood-red claw marks marred the ceiling, and the longer Paige stared, the more it felt like something terrifying was about to burst through and tear her apart.

The decor was just as grim—old, broken, and reeking of mold and decay.

Paige couldn't imagine how Clara, so tiny back then, had managed to survive in a place like