Chapter 107
Chapter 107:
He was quite upset about that.
Meanwhile, Fernanda stirred from an afternoon nap. Stretching lazily, she reached for her phone and noticed a notification from Esaham University. The message reminded her that the upcoming semester was now less than a week away.
A wave of mixed emotions swept over her. Anticipation mingled with nostalgia as she thought about returning to campus life after such a long absence.
She opened her suitcase, methodically sifting through the items she had brought back from Zhota. Each piece was something familiar, something comforting.
As she organized her things, an idea struck her.
Years had passed, but was it still possible to find what she was searching for?
She had to try. If she didn’t, she’d always wonder.
That evening, Fernanda made her way to Zero Degree and sought out Leon.
Leon’s face lit up when he saw her. With a delighted laugh, he called for Soren to bring out his finest wine.
“Leon, I need a favor,” Fernanda said, her voice steady and direct.
Leon, pouring wine into her glass, waved her formality aside with a dismissive gesture. “Just tell me what you need, and consider it done.”
A warm smile spread across Fernanda’s face. “I need your help to find someone.”
Leon’s curiosity piqued. “Who are we talking about?”
“Someone who means a lot to me,” Fernanda replied.
Fernanda spent her early years in a quaint village nestled in the remote countryside of Zhota, where she shared a home with Hiram. As a child, she attended the local school, and after classes, she joined the other village children in assisting with daily chores.
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Her routine changed dramatically when she was seven.
At the edge of the village, nestled at the foot of a nearby hill, a patch of land had been enclosed by a fence and transformed into a garden. Within this secluded space stood a quaint villa, painted in stark black and white—a sharp contrast to the other homes in the village.
Initially, the villa’s novelty attracted a wave of curious onlookers from the village. However, interest waned over time as the villa remained a mystery.
The garden was secured with a locked gate and surrounded by an electric fence, deterring any near approaches.
The villa seemed abandoned, perpetually dark and silent; even at night, no lights pierced its windows. Nestled under the hill’s shadowy embrace, the structure acquired an ominous presence.
Whispers among the villagers grew into chilling tales. Some recounted hearing eerie sounds of a woman’s weeping and desperate screams piercing the night air coming from the villa. Others reported strange noises during the daylight hours as well.
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