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AMIYA'S POV

I entered through the hall behind Lana and Martino. They stood in front of me. I ran my eyes on the interior. The wall was painted cream white and bright blue. There were sheer gold curtains covering large windows. It resembled me of Rubina' house back then. I did not get the time to admire the house in my grief. I was waiting for them to move on, I wanted to explore the house before meeting another family member.

" Hey! Make your feet move. " I tapped on Lana's shoulder.

I frowned when she didn't stir. I passed through them and it startled me, making my feet froze on the spot. My heart began to pound behind my ribcage, ready to hop out.

" We are dead. " Lana said.

" I told you Gorky and Tim are not trustworthy. You don't wanna hear me. We are dead. " I told her in a slow whisper,

' I don't wanna create any scenes. They are reckless and ruthless. '

" We are in f*****g hell now. " Lana yelled slowly so only we could hear h