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    More than an hour passed, and he didn’te looking for her.


    At lunch, he barely touched his food, nibbling on a few bites before pushing it away.


    Freya wished he’d eat a little more, but sensing his mood, she expected his excuse about not having an appetite and didn’t press him. After all, the house was always stocked with snacks, fruit, and drinks.


    After lunch, Freya retreated to the study to deal with some work, deciding not to worry about what Kristian might be up to. She believed he should be mature enough not to get into trouble.


    And so, the afternoon drifted by with neither of them disturbing the other.


    That evening, after dinner, they sat in the living room for a while, watching television infortable silence before each retired to their respective rooms.


    That’s when the calm was shattered.


    A sharp scream tore through the stillness.


    Freya shot out of bed, yanked open her door, and hadn’t even knocked on Kristian’s when she saw him already racing out, wide-eyed and pale. “Freya! I’m scared!”


    “What happened?” Freya asked, her voice steady, trying to soothe him.


    “Blood…” Kristian pressed himself against her, trembling. “There’s so much blood in the room.”


    Blood? Freya’s brows drew together. She rested a hand on his shoulder, her demeanorposed. “Wait here. I’ll go check.”


    “No.” Kristian clung tightly to her arm, his voice shaking. “I’m scared.”


    Freya switched on every light in the living room, hoping the brightness would help settle his nerves.


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    But clearly, she had overestimated his courage. No matter how much she reassured him, he refused to let go, glued to her side with eyes full of panic.


    Left with no other choice, Freya guided him back toward his room. The moment she opened the door, the sight stopped her cold—blood spattered across the floor, even smeared on the walls.


    It was an unsettling scene.


    She flipped on the light to examine it more clearly—only to watch the bloodstains vanish into thin air.


    “Freya…”


    “What did you do in the room today?” she asked,pletely unfazed.


    “Nothing,” Kristian answered earnestly. “After lunch, I took a nap, then went out to buy a few things. When I got back, I stayed in the living room the whole time. I didn’t go anywhere.”


    Freya was taken aback.


    She distinctly remembered hearing soundsing from his room earlier that afternoon.


    “Are you lying?” she asked, her voice sharp.


    “No,” Kristian replied, eyes wide and clear. “You don’t believe me?”


    Freya narrowed her eyes, unsettled.


    If he was telling the truth, then someone else must’ve been in the room earlier.


    But with how convincingly he had performed before, she couldn’t shake the feeling he might be tricking her again.


    “Step outside,” she instructed, testing him. “Don’t touch anything. I’ll call the police and let them deal with it.”


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