Tyler POV
I stepped into the abandoned house, the air thick with memories and the musty scent of neglect. Dust particles danced in the dim light that filtered through the broken windows, creating an eerie atmosphere. The floor creaked under my weight as I cautiously moved through the desolate rooms.
The old fireplace stood as a solemn witness to the passage of time, its mantle adorned with dust-covered trinkets of forgotten lives. I found an old broken photo frame, and as I picked it up, I couldn't help but be drawn to the image within – a picture of a little girl with innocent eyes and a smile frozen in time.
Lost in the fragments of the past, I barely noticed Dahlia's sudden presence behind me. She emerged from the shadows, her smirk cutting through the silence. "Miss me, Tyler?"
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