Indeepmani

The camera pans across a dimly lit basement. Chains hang from rusted hooks. A wall stained with something that could be blood, or paint, or both. In the corner, a woman sits calmly, hands tied, eyes steady.

ALLIE (V.O.):
They say the mind can shatter like glass. But what they don't tell you... is that the pieces don't always want to come back together.

broken minds

He read the journal cover to cover.

By candlelight. Slowly. Reverently. Like scripture.

Half of it written in Allie's desperate, rational voice—begging for control, for understanding, for escape. The other half? Jagged. Unhinged. The voice of someone who didn't ask for permission. Who didn't need it.

Victim profiles. Kill patterns. Risk assessments. There was even a section titled "When He Starts to Get Sloppy."

"He loves us, but not equally."

Allie was playing a dangerous game.

And Mara… Mara might have been growing tired of sharing.

Chapter Fourteen – Him