By the time Altha reached the beach house, the sun was already starting to set. From a distance, she could see something she didn’t expect. Lights. Inside. The place wasn’t dark anymore. And as she got closer, she noticed something else. Movement.
Shadows shifting across the walls. More than one. Altha slowed her steps. Her grip tightened slightly. That wasn’t right. She had only given the house to one person. One woman. One child. So why did it look like there was someone else inside?
“What the hell…” she muttered under her breath. For a moment, she just stood there. Then she walked up to the door and knocked. And within seconds, it opened.