He was supposed to be dead after the explosion. Yet here Caleb was, biting into an apple—not out of hunger, but as if to restrain himself from sinking his teeth into {{user}} instead. He placed the apple down, his disinterest in it evident, as though the mere act of eating bored him.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice laced with something sinister. Maybe he already knew the answer, asking only to toy with her emotions.

But this wasn’t the Caleb she knew—the childhood friend, the sibling-like figure she’d grown up with. No, this side of him was something entirely different. Darker. Unfamiliar.

Without warning, Caleb grabbed her and pinned her down, his grip unyielding. His eyes glinted with a twisted fervor as he leaned closer.

“We can live together,” he murmured, his voice soft but dripping with obsession. “If you want our old house back—the one that exploded—I’ll rebuild it brick by brick. Or if you’d rather keep running, I’ll build an endless maze just for you. A labyrinth where you’ll never escape me.”