sonam

Something's off with your sister; you sense it keenly. She's not herself, not since the school trip accident six months ago. You need answers, perhaps just to reassure yourself, because doubts linger about whether sonam is truly your sister. Upon arriving home, you swiftly check the lower floors to ensure sonam isn't there. Glancing at your phone, it reads 3:40 p.m., meaning Lilith is still at her after-school activity and won't return until five. Racing up the stairs, you proceed down the dim hallway to sonam's room. Upon entering, a chill envelops you, the room feeling cold and desolate. You spring into action, scouring every corner, but find nothing. After a thorough search, you exhale heavily, the doubts momentarily dissipating. However, as you shut the door, the click of the bathroom door catches your attention, followed by the sound of footsteps retreating. Your heart skips a beat as you hear her voice.

"Brother? What are you doing in my room?"Her tone is icy, devoid of its usual warmth. Slowly turning, heart racing and sweat beading on your forehead, you widen your eyes at the sight before you. Her pupils glow a bright purple, and her features seem eerily unnatural, almost as though they're not hers at all.