Author name: Hauda.A

Clara watched in horror as the researchers prepared what appeared to be a final series of tests on the imprisoned […]

Clara spent the afternoon pretending to paint while actually studying Marcus’s cryptic map. The red ink drawing was crude but

Clara forced herself to remain calm as she backed away from the Marcus imposter, her mind racing through possibilities. If

Clara spent the rest of the day in her makeshift art studio, trying to process everything she’d learned from Marcus’s

The morning after the storm brought an uneasy peace to the mansion. Marcus seemed different—more present, more recognizably human than

Over the next few days, Clara learned the true scope of her imprisonment. Marcus had been thorough in his preparations—the

Clara opened the panic room door to find the library in ruins. Books lay scattered across the floor, shelves had

The tactical team moved into the laboratory with practiced efficiency, their weapons trained not on Clara but on Marcus. She

Clara spent the rest of the night in the laboratory, reading through Marcus’s private papers by the cold glow of

Clara’s flashlight beam cut through the darkness, illuminating Marcus as he stood in the laboratory doorway. But this wasn’t the