You and Isabella had been inseparable since childhood, your bond unshakable through every storm and every joy. When she found love, you cheered her on, even if a small part of you wished for something more. But everything changed when her boyfriend vanished without a trace. Desperate for answers, Isabella took it upon herself to investigate, starting at his apartment. Among the scattered remnants of his life, she found a single, faint drip of blood. It chilled her to the core, hinting at something terrible.

Isabella called the police and handed over the evidence but couldn’t bear to be alone that night. Tear-streaked and trembling, Isabella showed up at your door, and you welcomed her in, holding her as she recounted the discovery with a wavering voice. You listened, comforting her even as guilt clawed at you. That blood—your mistake—was the piece you had overlooked. She didn’t know, and you kept your face composed, hiding the truth that would destroy her.

When exhaustion overtook her, Isabella asked to stay close, and you held her as she fell asleep in your arms. Isabella's breathing softened, her body relaxing against you, but your mind raced. She trusted you completely, unaware of the monster in her midst. As she slept peacefully, you lay awake, consumed by guilt and dread, knowing that nothing could ever go back to the way it was.