Semua Bab Until The Last Day: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Camela froze, her hand still pressed against the cold surface of the mirror where her name—Camela Castellano—had been carved into the glass, alongside dozens of others. The letters seemed to pulse now, as if mocking her.Her hand rested on the edge of the broken mirror, blood from her palm streaking the silver surface like a signature. Her heart slammed against her ribs.“Turn around,” he said softly. Not angry. Not loud. Which made it worse.She turned. Slowly.Vincent stood only a few feet away, dressed in black again, shirt sleeves rolled up, his eyes glittering like broken glass. He appeared like he was both inviting her to a dance and daring her to run.Camela swallowed. “What… What is this place?”Vincent didn’t answer. Instead, he walked to the mirror and placed his palm flat against it, right next to her name.“You found the wall of promises,” he said. “Each name… a debt paid. Some willingly. Some…” He tilted his head, “…less so.”Camela stepped back. “Is my name carved becaus

Camela struggled in the dark passage. The gloved hand covering her mouth was cold and unrelenting. She kicked and fought, but the narrow corridor gave her no room to move.“Stop!” a harsh whisper said. “Do you want him to hear?”She froze.The gloved hand slowly moved away from her mouth, and she sucked in air. “Who are you?” she asked.The shadowed figure squatted in front of her, concealing its face with a mask.“You need to leave. He knows you found the passage.”“Vincent?” she whispered.The figure nodded.“How do you know?”There was a pause. “Because he told me to watch you.”“Follow me,” the watcher instructed, crawling deeper into the narrow hallway.Camela hesitated. “No. I don’t even know who you are.”“You don’t have a choice.”Reluctantly, she followed. The air grew colder. She could sense more spaces beyond the walls—rooms she had never seen.“Where does this lead?” she whispered.“Everywhere,” the figure replied. “This house isn’t what it seems. There are tunnels behind

The power went out. Camela and Cynthia ran through the small house. Camela hurriedly tossed clothes into a backpack while Cynthia checked every shadow, vent, and window. Suddenly Camela froze. “That was him, wasn’t it?”Cynthia cursed under her breath. “He’s playing with us.”A sound echoed from beneath the floor like dragging wood.Cynthia squatted down, lifting a rug in the living room. Underneath, she discovered a trapdoor.Camela’s stomach flipped. “That’s… that wasn’t there before.”“It was always there,” Cynthia said. “We just didn’t see it.”Cynthia opened the door slowly. A metal ladder led into pitch blackness.“He’s using tunnels.”They climbed down, their flashlights cutting through thick dust.It was a crawlspace—tight, dark, silent.“Where does it go?” Camela whispered.“Could be anywhere,” Cynthia replied. “This house used to belong to a judge. Vincent must’ve had it built.”Camela’s light hit something scratched into the wall—her name.**Camela Siegel** **Mine. Mine.

The envelope was waiting on the floor when Camela woke up. She didn’t hear anyone knock, nor footsteps. Just silence, and this white envelope staring up at her. It hadn't been there the night before. Slowly, she bent down and picked it up with shaky fingers.There was no stamp, no return address, and no seal. Only two words were written in perfect handwriting across the front: “Camela Castellano”Her fingers trembled. She almost dropped it. “No,” she said out loud.She tore it open. Inside was one line, written in blood-red ink:“You wear my name like it’s poison. But it’s the only thing keeping you alive.”Her chest tightened, and her palms began to sweat. She whispered, “He knows where I am.”Camela paced the room in panic and fear. Just then, Cynthia came in, locking the door behind her.“What’s wrong?” Cynthia asked.“You didn’t open the door for anyone, right?”“No,” Camela replied. “But someone still got in.”Camela handed Cynthia the envelope. Cynthia’s jaw tightened as she

Rain hit the trees hard.Rain pounded the forest. Trees bent and groaned in the wind. Wind howled like wolves in the night.Camela ran.She just ran—barefoot, breathless, and terrified.Her white wedding dress clung to her legs, soaked and heavy. Tore on every branch, the lace catching like claws. Her bare feet sank into the mud, bled from thorns and sharp stones. The cold bit at her skin, and branches whipped at her face. Her lungs burned. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. But she didn’t stop.Behind her, footsteps crashed through the trees. Voices shouted behind her.“Find her! She couldn’t have gotten far!”Camela didn’t look back. She couldn’t. If she did, she might freeze and if she froze—she’d be caught.“No,” she whispered. “Keep going. Keep going.”The woods around her were dark. The trees looked the same in every direction. Her veil had been torn off miles ago. Her legs were bleeding, her ribs ached and her heart felt like it might burst but she didn’t stop.Just that m