Angel from Hell

The night was quieter than it should have been, as if the entire city had decided to hold its breath. Irina stood in front of the mirror in her room, silently staring at her reflection. The dark circles under her eyes bore witness to countless sleepless nights, and her thoughts tangled like spiderwebs, impossible to escape.

The letter she had read hours ago in the old storage room still dominated her mind. The words, written in Dimitri's handwriting, stirred a mix of emotions within her—fear, confusion, and nostalgia.

Irina (thinking): "Was everything planned from the beginning? What does this mean?"

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As she gazed at her face, her mind drifted back to the memory of her first encounter with Dimitri. It was in a small bookstore on the outskirts of the city. Back then, he was nothing more than an eccentric stranger—possessing an irresistible allure and a way of speaking that was full of riddles.

Irina (whispering): "How did I end up here? How did my life turn into this chaos?"

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She decided to return to the storage room the next day. Her curiosity was stronger than her fear. The place seemed darker and colder than it had been the previous night. Every step inside the building felt heavy, as if the ground itself resisted her presence.

On the wooden table where she had left the box, she found something new—a small letter written on an old piece of paper.