"Zylan… Zylan…" Naomi whispered, her voice trembling as fear gripped her chest. Her heart pounded wildly, each frantic beat resonating in her ears. She sat frozen on the maple floor for a fleeting moment, her golden eyes darting around the room. Anxiety gnawed at her, clawing at her insides like a feral beast.
Finally, the suffocating silence became unbearable. She stood abruptly, her legs unsteady as she stumbled toward the door, and the polished floor sent a sharp chill up her bare feet. Without a second thought, she flung the door open and stepped into the dimly lit hallway.
"Zylan!" she shouted, her voice cracking with desperation. The echo of her cry reverberated down the long corridor, but the mansion remained eerily silent. Naomi's breathing quickened, her chest heaving as guilt and dread wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud.
This is my fault.