The tension in the air thickened with every step. The house was eerily quiet, too still. Sebastian’s heart pounded as he opened doors, looked under beds, checked closets—anything that could give him a clue. But nothing was there. No sign of the girl.
The man’s protests grew louder as Sebastian continued his search. “You’re wasting your time! I live here alone!” the man insisted. But Sebastian pressed on, determined to find the smallest hint that the girl had been real, that she had existed.