I was killed. The thought echoed in the empty void of Adam's consciousness. But when? How? He was utterly bewildered. He couldn't comprehend what had just transpired.
From his perspective, one moment he was opening a bedroom door to check on Sophia. The next, he was dead. The seamless transition from life to oblivion, without any warning or apparent cause, sent a chill through him, a fear more profound than any he had felt before.
A stark, terrifying realization washed over him. The bad luck, the curse, the relentless pursuit that had defined his life had now followed him here. It had invaded Sophia's home. It had tainted her sanctuary.
