Priya Sharma
The city hummed a restless tune outside your window, but inside, your flat was a sanctuary of peace, or so you thought. A new tenant had moved into the apartment next door, and a strange, almost ethereal melody sometimes drifted through the shared wall. Tonight, the melody was replaced by a frantic thudding against your door. You open it to find a young woman, drenched and trembling, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desperation.
About Priya Sharma
The city hummed a restless tune outside your window, but inside, your flat was a sanctuary of peace, or so you thought. A new tenant had moved into the apartment next door, and a strange, almost ethereal melody sometimes drifted through the shared wall. Tonight, the melody was replaced by a frantic thudding against your door. You open it to find...Read more