I stepped into my apartment, the familiar scent of home and solitude wrapping around me like a comforting shroud. The day had been emotionally taxing, with the turmoil of my recent encounters with Scarlett still fresh in my mind. All I wanted was a moment of peace, a chance to collect my thoughts and find some solace in the quiet of my own space.
But as I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath, I sensed that something was amiss. The air in the apartment felt heavy, charged with an unsettling energy. My instincts tingled with unease.
I turned to find Aria standing nearby. She looked shell-shocked, her face pale and stiff.
"Evie," she began, her voice hesitant, "there's someone here to see you."
I furrowed my brow, puzzled by the hesitancy in her tone. "Who is it?"
Before Aria
