Chapter 120 This Isn't A Trap—

• Hollis****
• The mansion’s corridors were a labyrinth of decay, reeking of mildew and forgotten secrets. Each step echoed like a distant scream, and the oppressive silence wrapped around us like a predator waiting to strike. The air was thick, each breath heavy with the stench of rot, and every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I kept my grip firm on Hailey’s hand, her warmth grounding me even as icy dread crept further into my soul.
• Every instinct screamed at me to stop, to turn back. But there was no room for hesitation. My past had taught me one thing: fear is a luxury you can’t afford when lives are on the line. Ahead, the hallway dissolved into darkness, but the faint sliver of light from the barely open door at the end drew my attention like a beacon. Or a warning.