The door creaked softly behind me as I stepped inside.
The cabin was clean and well kept. One open space. A couch facing a wide wooden table. Another couch opposite it. A plain rug on the floor. Everything was in place, nothing out of order.
To the side was a small kitchen area with a sink and counter. The air smelled faintly of wood and alcohol.
My eyes moved without me meaning to. The windows were covered halfway with light curtains.
Then I saw it.
A whiskey bottle on the table.
Half full.
A glass beside it.
Cold slid down my spine.
Instinct screamed.
Move.
Turn.
Run.
But I was already too late.
Cold metal pressed against my temple.
A sharp click followed.
Every muscle in my body locked.
“I wasn’t familiar with your game,” a man’s voice said from behind me. Calm. Almost
