"Go!"
Using every ounce of strength in his body, the director's eldest son shoved his sister toward the garage.
Then he quickly turned around and aimed the handgun, already proven useless by reality, at the wraith.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gunshots echoed through the empty villa, yet they were like ants trying to shake a tree, utterly ineffective against the wraith.
But there was not the slightest trace of retreat or despair in the eldest son's eyes—only determination and a resolve to sacrifice himself.
Clearly, he intended to use his life to buy his sister precious time to escape.
The director's eldest daughter had tears welling in her eyes, but she forced down her grief and looked deeply at her brother. That gaze held endless gratitude and a final farewell.
Then she clenched her teeth, turned around, and sprinted toward the garage as fast as she could.
Just as she was about to rush into the garage, her brother's heart-wrenching scream came from behind her, followed by the brutal sound of blood spraying.
She did not dare look back. She could only run forward desperately until the garage door slammed shut behind her, cutting off all that horror and despair.
When she finally stopped, tears could no longer be contained. They slid down her face and fell onto the cold floor.
But at that very moment, fate bared its fangs at her once more.
"Pfft—"
She lowered her head and saw a translucent claw protruding from her chest, tightly clutching her heart.
"Father..."
She murmured, her voice filled with endless sorrow and longing.
Before she could finish speaking, the light of life in her eyes gradually dimmed before finally going out completely.
At that moment, the director's wraith passed through the garage door and entered the space entirely.
It had