Chapter 119 It's A Trap

• Hailey****
• The mansion seemed to close in with every step, its air thick with mildew and the musty scent of decay. The halls stretched out endlessly, oppressive in their silence. Hollis was tense, every movement sharp, his grip on my hand tight. The weight of his past hung over him, but we couldn't let it consume us now—not when we were so close.
• We rounded another corner, and the hallway ahead was swallowed by darkness. At the end, a door was cracked open, a thin line of light seeping through. Hollis’s gaze fixed on it, his unease palpable. He paused, a flicker of dread crossing his face, as if some unspoken warning pulled at him.