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Damien and Camille raced through the house in a desperate search for Aria, Damien's wife. They frantically checked every room and called her name, but there was no trace of her.

The maids had all been questioned, but they had no knowledge of where she had gone. Fear and panic slowly crept up Damien's spine as he realized they had no leads.

Camille, his younger sister, could sense his worry and tried to comfort him. “Don’t worry, Damien,” she said, “We’ll find her, I promise.” He nodded in agreement, but he still felt helpless.

They searched the house for hours but found nothing. Finally, Damien decided it was time to call the police. “I think we should call the police,” he said.

Camille shook her head. “No,” she said firmly, “We shouldn’t. Not yet. We still have time.”

Damien hesitated, then nodded. He knew his sister was right, and he trusted her judgment. He looked around the room, feeling a sudden surge of sadness.

Suddenly, Camille spoke up. “What about the guest room? We hav