Chapter 94: I’m Okay, Uncle

'You are weak, brother, you haven't changed; you just realized how weak you are.'

Aya's voice, soft as a whisper, resonated in Arlo's mind, her words striking him with the force of a tempest.

In a room devoid of life, Arlo stood alone, the flickering dim lights casting long, monstrous shadows that danced on the walls. The walls bore the weight of portraits of deceased acquaintances, each face obscured by a harsh 'X'. Empty frames hung in their company, like silent specters awaiting their occupants.

Bound by unseen chains of despair, Arlo was rooted to the spot, his gaze locked onto the portraits. He felt like a specter—there, yet not quite, a ghost trapped in a world of the living.

Among the marked photos, one remained untouched; it was of Remi cradling a baby. As he watched, a blood-red cross began to materialize at the edges, creeping inwards like a predator stalking its prey. Witnessing this,

"AHHHHHHH…"