The Cabin Revelation

My heart skipped a beat at the guard’s words. He wanted to introduce me to the person who killed Mitch. The very thought sent shivers down my spine and a mix of anger and fear welled inside me.

Finally, I was going to be the psychopath that was responsible for the murder.

I could not help but feel tears build up in my eyes as I was reminded that Mitch was really gone. Like…he was really dead. It all felt surreal and like a nightmare that I badly wanted to wake up from.

As we approached the entrance of the cabin, the guard opened the door, revealing a jawdroppingly beautiful interior. The place was as lovely as the exterior.

The place was adorned with elegant furniture, bathed in the warm glow of perfectly placed lamps and the fireplace.

The atmosphere, even though it was inviting, carried an underlying darkness that I could not ignore. A large wooden table stood at the center, surrounded by plush chairs, and a chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting intricate shadows across th