The dimly lit hostel room was unusually silent except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Adah sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling slightly as she handed a crumpled note to Victory. Her face was pale, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Victory and Destiny sat opposite her, their expressions a mix of concern and anger.
“Adah,” Victory said softly, holding the note between his fingers. “Tell us exactly what happened
Adah hissed, wiping her eyes roughly as if to will herself to be strong. “The pig… he said I should see him next Thursday by 10 p.m.,” she spat, her voice quiverin
Destiny frowned. “Wait. You mean who
Before Adah could respond, Victory smacked the back of Destiny’s head. “Idiot! He who must not be named. You know, the guy whose name she used to save us
“Oh…” Destiny muttered, rubbing his head. “Right
Adah’s gaze dropped to her lap. “The problem isn’t just seeing him,” she said, her voice cracking. “It’s what will happen if I don’t