Scarlett?

I heard Adolph's voice from afar that was when I realized that his death was just my imagination. I sighed feeling relieved.

"Scarlett?" Adolph's voice was laced with worry, and he stepped closer to me, his brows furrowed in concern.

I quickly wiped away the tears that had welled up in my eyes during my moment of distress. Adolph's presence felt grounding, a reminder that I was no longer trapped in the nightmare that had haunted me just moments ago. But my emotions were still raw, and I struggled to find the words to explain my sudden distress.

"Adolph," I managed to say, my voice quivering slightly. "I... I just felt like I needed to see you before I leave."

Adolph's expression softened, his concern giving way to a warm smile. "Well, I'm glad you stopped by," he said, his eyes holding a gentle warmth that seemed to ease the tension within me.

He gestured for me to come in, and I hesitated for a moment before stepping into his room. The familiar sight of his room—the furnishings, the