"Party tonight, Kelvin! It'll be wild, and Sarah will be there!" George, Kelvin's high school buddy, announced with a grin, shoving aside the books scattered across George's desk at his home.Sarah was Kelvin's secret crush. Smart, beautiful, and popular with everyone, even some of the teachers. Her perfect grades made him admire her even more. But Sarah wasn't known for hanging out with guys who weren't well-off, and that worried Kelvin about the party."Ugh, parties aren't my thing," Kelvin mumbled, his voice laced with doubt.Despite George's enthusiasm, Kelvin remained unconvinced. He slumped back in his chair, the weight of upcoming exams pressing down on him. Parties meant loud music, flashing lights, and way too many people everything Kelvin disliked."Come on, Kelvin, you can't miss this!" George pressed, leaning closer. "Trust me, it'll be epic. You'll thank me later.""Fine, I'll consider it," Kelvin finally accepted, gathering his books. He followed George, a knot of nervous

CHAPTER 3The street lights flickered out one by one, leaving Kelvin in darkness. Only a single building, stubborn and bright, cast a pool of light on the sidewalk. Kelvin stumbled towards his house, his legs heavy and his lungs burning. He practically fell onto the porch steps, gasping for air. With a groan, he pushed himself up and pounded on the door. It echoed through the quiet night, unanswered. Panic clawed at him for a moment before he slammed his fist against the wood again, harder this time.The door creaked open, revealing Kelvin's Kid sister, Michelle standing in the dim hallway. A lamp in her hand cast dancing shadows across her face. She squinted at him through the gap.“Hey Son, Welcome back”.. noticing Kelvin's stressed demeanor."Watch your words, young lady. I'm not your son," Kelvin retorted."Please, get me some water. I'm stressed out," Kelvin pleaded as he struggled to rise.Michelle stared at him for a moment, then replied, "You know what? Maybe you should go ge

Michelle looked up at her mother, eyes filled with a mix of fear and sadness. "But mom...I don't want to leave yet. I'll miss my friends," she confessed, her voice shaking.Nikole gently brushed Michelle's hair back and held her daughter's hands with a comforting grip. "I know, sweetheart," she reassured, her voice soft and mixed with understanding. "But sometimes, life compels us to make difficult decisions for the greater good.""We have to leave, Michelle. The overnight gang will come looking for us, especially after they took your father. It's not safe here anymore," Nikole explained, her tone firm yet gentle, trying to set a sense of urgency in her young daughter.Kelvin flung his bag on his shoulder, feeling a big change coming. He went to his mom, Nikole, who always seemed so strong. Now, she looked a bit worried, thinking about what's best for them."Mom," Kelvin began, looking confused and worried. "Why do we have to leave our country? It's hard because we don't know anyone in

Whisper led Kelvin to a secluded site in the forest, where bright green herbs covered the ground. Among them stood a special plant that caught Kelvin's eye. Its leaves were arranged in such a way that they resembled the shape of a man's face, with a crooked nose and a mischievous grin."Touch it," Whisper instructed, his voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves.Kelvin paused for a moment before reaching out to touch the herb. As his fingers made contact, the plant began to shake and swing, as if dancing to an invisible tune. Kelvin watched in awe as the herb responded to his touch."Wow!" Kelvin exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement.But the heat of the sun bore down on them, intensifying with each passing moment. Kelvin felt beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he listened to Whisper's next words."That's the herb you need for your mom," Whisper said solemnly, his eyes reflecting the seriousness of the situation. "Give it to her, and she'll start feeling better in

The clang of metal on metal echoed through the narrow stone passage, a horrific sight bouncing off the damp walls. Prisoners face etched with agony, huddled in the meager light filtering through a barred window high above. Their ragged clothes offered little protection from the cold, and the flickering torches lining the hallway cast monster shadows that danced across the uneven floor. The air hung heavy, thick with the stench of mold, sweat, and something far more disturbing, a metallic tang that sent shivers down Thompson's spine. It was the smell of blood, fresh and old.A deep scream ripped through the oppressive silence, shattering the peace that had momentarily settled. It was a blood-curdling shriek, filled with terror that echoed deep within Thompson's body. Weak and tired, Thompson changed positions. The last thing he remembered was a struggle, a searing pain in his head, and then… nothing. Panic surged through him as he tried to sit up, only to find his wrists and ankles bou