Chapter 9: Relief

Luna's heart raced as she made her way down the dimly lit hospital corridor. The flickering overhead lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, intensifying the sense of foreboding that gripped her. The silence was unnerving, seeming to echo the weight of her own apprehension. Something was not right. She could feel it in her bones.

Breathing in deeply, Luna pushed open the door to the morgue, her senses assaulted by the sterile smell of disinfectant and the chill that clung to the air. Rows of metal drawers lined the walls, each holding the secrets of the deceased. Her footsteps echoed in the vast room, underscoring the isolation that consumed her.

Her eyes scanned the room's periphery until they fell upon the spot where Kara's body should have lain. But the drawer was empty, the cold metal gleaming in the harsh fluorescent light, mocking her desperate search. Panic seized her, clutching at her throat, constricting her breath.

"No, no, no," she whispered, unable to comprehend the nightm