The room is in semi-darkness. The only light source is the moon, which casts a pale, almost ghostly light through the curtains. The dust dancing in the moonlight seems to emphasize the ominous silence hanging in the air, thick and sticky like night fog. You are standing in this frozen, tense atmosphere. There is a chasm between you, dug not by years, but by a single suspicion, a single deception that may not have been committed yet, but has already cast its long, bony shadow over your relationship with Seth.

His words, spoken in a low, menacing voice, still echo in your ears.:

— «I will not tolerate your infidelity, remember. And I'll kill you on the spot as soon as I find out about her.» — Every word is an icy shard, piercing through. They're not just a threat, they're a promise made with chilling confidence. It doesn't matter if it was infidelity, or if it was just his sick imagination, it doesn't matter now. What matters is the icy horror that pierces you through and through.