Carol taps out a message on her phone, her fingers gliding over the screen as she searches for the right words to ask for a text instead of a call. But the message won’t send, and a strange chill runs through her. She glances around. The café, Chat & Bake, is oddly empty. Usually, it’s buzzing with life at this hour. She comes here every week, drawn by the best hot chocolate and apple pie in town. But today, there’s no one—no waitress, no manager. The absence feels unsettling. The familiar scent of fresh bread and coffee lingers in the air, but without the usual hum of people, it feels strangely hollow. She has watched a lot of horror movies. Although the sound didn't reach her, or the eerie music as background, but she knows how to feel about the oddly empty café with nobody out of nowhere- There are lots of crime documentaries. She doesn't want to entertain herself with this - No, thank you. Stepping outside, Carol tries to shake off the unease. The strange calls she’s been g
" Damien! Is this okay with provoking your parents? Also, are you sure about Miss Carol? If she learns the truth behind your sudden appearance and asks for marrying you - This is too much!" James strides in, approaching Damien, who is sitting in his wheelchair and typing something. He knows everything about Damien, including how his family treats him. But involving someone who has no connection with his messy life seems to be an unfair action that James can't help but despise. However, Damien isn't an average Man to deal with either. With 160 IQ and with that mask of coldness, nobody can read what's going on in his mind. His steps are unpredictable, and so was his marriage to Carol. Since he was a kindergarten student and bench mate of Damien, he knows him well. After hearing James's words, he pulls himself away from the window and looks at James with his usual hard to understand expression. He is an I-don't-give-a-fuck-on-your-opinion kinda guy. He always has his own worl
Carol feels much better as soon as she has been left alone. She doesn't know where she is. But one thing is positive that she is inside a house. The room temperature and the scent of burning charcoal gives her the thought of -- Lake house. Someone is throwing a BBQ party while kidnapping her here, she finds it quite amusing. While sitting on the couch, feeling the coldness of the wooden floor with her bare legs , waiting for anyone to open the blindfold and the tie around her wrists. Soon after she can feel the floor is vibrating. She tries to understand the vibration of someone's footsteps. Since most of the time she needs to feel the vibration just to ensure she gets the phone call immediately, she can feel the footsteps approaching her. One is way heavier than the other. Seemingly two people are coming towards her and one of them is a female. She takes a deep breath, unable to see or hear, the sense of her is working fully. The footsteps stop and the wind of someone stopping
It's been years since she last came here - almost 19 years. Each and every single day, she tried to forget about this place. But instead of forgetting the memories, she forgot about the roads. Now she is stuck in the dense forest. She has checked every single way to out of this curse place. Frustratedly, she almost punches the steering wheel. All she remembers is that there is a sign of the entrance when the car takes turn into the woods. This place is out of network as well. That's why her mother was so confident about her death 19 years ago. Nobody would know how she died. But she didn't die that day - fortunately? Carol pulls over, trying to get signals. For two seconds, it might have helped her. But as expected, there is no connection here. She hates this kind of place. Serial killers have their perfect place to hide their crimes easily. While Carol is trying to get a signal, her eyes widen when she notices a truck stopping ahead of her and signals to follow it. Her eye
Boss. Her location, along with someone else’s, popped up at the same place an hour ago." Damien’s head snaps up. His piercing eyes lock onto James, who sits at his desk, fidgeting as he navigates through a map on his screen. "Someone else?" Damien's voice tightens with irritation. James swallows nervously, shifting in his seat. "It’s...Troy. Her ex." It is like a slap on his face when James mentions Troy's Name. Is she with him? Did she betray him? Did she think of getting together to the Man who hurt her? The mention of Troy hits Damien like a punch to the gut. For a moment, his jaw clenches. His eyes narrow, and his lips curl into a thin, hard line. Is she with him? Did she betray me? The thoughts race through his mind, relentless and sharp. Did she really go back to the man who hurt her? Damien’s thick brows draw together, tension rippling across his features. But he smooths out the storm gathering in his expression, keeping his composure. According to the rules, no be
The Crawley family is the number one family with overwhelming authority and wealth. Everything about them has to be perfect and flawless. From the bathroom floor to the terrace, from the garden to swan lake, Mrs Crawley personally instructs everything to become a perfect image. However, 25 years ago, when she was busy with her own son growing up, she found herself standing before her husband playing families with another woman who used to work for her. It was devastating. It was cruel to her to watch her Man being with another woman. But she wouldn't give up on the family that she built alongside her husband. Mr Crawley who fell in love with another woman knew better that without his wife, he was nothing. So, instead of asking for divorce, he led the other woman to be crazy and brought the newborn child - Naming him Damien Crawley, the first son of the Crawley couple. Nobody knew that he was his father's illegitimate son and Mrs Crawley who announced the birth of her baby son
The small town is surrounded by the dense forest. Even from the rooftop of the house, the fog can be seen that has covered the entire forest like some horror movie scene. Carol grabs her phone that she has been charging in Rima's room. Rima Victoria lives in a small cottage, inherited from her parents who died a few years ago in an accident. After sharing conversations, Carol learns that the town has been keeping themselves hidden from the rest of the country. Daily necessities and other things that aren't available here in this town have been delivered by the truck drivers. It gave Carol the idea of steaming off. She needs to escape from her harsh reality. " Is someone coming to pick you up?" Rima sends a message to Carol who is standing with her phone, plugged in. She looks at Rima who is messaging her with a smile. She doesn't know sign language but is dealing with her through messages. " Yes!" She sends the reply, " My friend is coming to pick me up!" Rima's expr
The night air is crisp and electric as Carol speeds ahead, her bike gliding through sharp turns like an extension of herself. The city lights blur into streaks of neon, the hum of engines roaring through the streets. Eunice rides beside her, but it’s Carol’s movements that keep pulling Damien’s attention. Every motion—every lean, every shift—seems effortless. From behind, in the scar, Damien watches, transfixed. Carol’s ability is nothing short of breathtaking. She rides with precision and grace, as if she’s dancing with the road itself. It’s not just skill—it’s artistry, her world. Damien leans forward slightly in his seat, murmuring himself, "Excellence is not a skill, it is an attitude." The words, originally from Ralph Marston, feel fitting. Carol doesn’t just know how to ride—she owns the road, as if it bends to her will. She approaches a hairpin curve—one that would make most riders slow down—but Carol does the opposite. She leans low, her bike tilting dangerously close t