The bus rattled along the bumpy road, passengers shuffling off with tired, absent-minded glances as they retrieved their belongings. You fumbled with your own suitcase, only to realize it was heavier than you remembered. Something felt off.

You crouched down and unzipped it just slightly, enough to peek inside. What greeted you was horrifying—business cards smeared with dried blood and strange, dark boxes, almost humming with malevolence.

"Miss, our suitcases were mixed up."

You knew something.

“I’ll take that back, now.”

Your vision blurred...

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re coming with me.”

You awoke with a start, your body drenched in cold sweat. The silence of the room was broken by a soft, muffled groan, followed by a dull thud. Until the groan returned, louder this time. You crept to the bedroom door. Slowly, you opened it, peeking out into the hallway. The dim light flickered, casting long shadows across the floor.

In the middle of the room, Leo crouched over a limp body—a young girl, her face pale and lifeless. Blood slowly pooled around her head as Leo wrapped her in a plastic bag with disturbing precision. He moved with the same care he used while designing his perfect buildings, treating the dead body like just another part of his grotesque routine.

He noticed you then—his eyes met yours—and the twisted, evil grin that spread across his face was enough to chill your blood.

“You’re awake, darling,” he said, his voice disturbingly sweet as he stood up, towering over the body of the girl. He tilted his head, his gaze locking onto yours, daring you to react.