Clean horror version, no explicit gore
The moment Tor jammed the fork into Siesta's neck, he didn't feel triumph — only dread. His hand trembled, breath shaking as he backed away. Siesta staggered, touching her neck. Her fingers curled around the metal, and then… she smiled.
A calm, eerie smile.
"Tor," she whispered softly, "you're stronger than you look."
She pulled the fork out with a careless motion, holding it tightly as if nothing had happened. Tor's eyes widened. No… she shouldn't even be able to stand…
Siesta tilted her head. "You really thought that would stop me?"
Tor's knees weakened.
He turned toward the front door — it was slightly open. Just enough space to escape.
Without thinking, Tor pushed himself forward with all the strength left in his trembling legs. "I have to get out—!"
But Siesta's arm moved faster than his thoughts.
She flicked the fork toward him with an unnatural precision. It sliced past his leg — Tor felt a sharp burst of pain, enough to make his body collapse. He hit the floor, clutching his leg as his breath faltered.
"I can't… run…"
Siesta's footsteps echoed softly behind him. Calm. Patient. Almost gentle.
"Tor," she said, "why are you running? Didn't we have such a nice evening together?"
He dragged himself backward, fingers clawing at the floorboards. "Stay… away…"
She crouched slightly, preparing to lunge again. Tor knew he couldn't defend himself. His arms were weak, his vision shaking. His heartbeat grew louder than the storm outside.
I'm going to die.
That single thought filled his mind.
He closed his eyes tightly—
And then something strange happened.
A flicker. A vision.
Two silhouettes appeared in the darkness of his mind—almost like an old memory catching fire for a moment.
One boy, who looked exactly like Tor but older, stood with an easy smile. A calm aura surrounded him, something confident — almost comforting.
Another figure stood beside him, also resembling Tor, but colder. Sharper. His tone was commanding. The smiling one called him:
"Jude."
And the colder one looked toward the smiling boy and said:
"Aron, stop teasing. We don't have time."
Tor's breath stopped.
Aron? Jude? Who are they? Why do they look like me? Why are they in my head—?
The vision blurred, voices fading like smoke.
And then—
CRASH!
The ceiling above shattered.
A figure dropped through the wooden planks, landing between Tor and Siesta with the precision of a trained fighter. The impact made the entire floor tremble.
Tor opened his eyes wide.
A girl stood there, blonde hair whipping in the wind created by her landing. She wore black clothes with reinforced fabric, a badge reflecting faint lamp-light:
KIYARA
Her height was around 165 cm, older than Tor but not fully grown. Her eyes sharp.
One ear had multiple piercings. She breathed out slowly, examining Siesta with absolute certainty.
What caught Tor's attention most was the weapon in her hand — neither sword nor knife. It was a shovel with a tapered, sharpened edge. Modified for fighting.
Siesta glared. "You…"
Kiyara didn't give her time to move.
In one swift motion, she swung the weapon downward. The impact forced Siesta to the ground instantly, halting her movement before she could stand or attack again.
Tor, still shaking, stared with disbelief.
The storm outside echoed through the broken ceiling, but for a moment, silence filled the room.
Kiyara brushed dust off her shoulder as if this was nothing new.
Then she turned toward Tor.
Her expression changed — she looked shocked for the first time.
"So it really is you," she muttered, disbelief and relief mixing in her voice. "My boss was right…"
Tor swallowed, unsure whether to fear her or trust her.
Kiyara stepped closer, holding the strange shovel like it was part of her body.
"My boss told me to find you immediately," she said, eyes scanning Tor from head to toe. "But I didn't think I'd find you in a place like this."
Tor stared back, confused, in pain, overwhelmed.
"W-who are you…?"
Kiyara didn't answer right away.
Instead, she gave him a look filled with something unexpected — recognition.
"You don't remember anything, do you… Tor?"
His heart skipped.
She knew his name.
Even though he never gave it.
Kiyara sighed deeply. "Great. Just great. Everything's more complicated now."
Behind her, Siesta's body twitched faintly.
Kiyara instantly raised the shovel again, her voice turning cold.
"She'll recover. These things always do."
Tor felt his breath tighten. Siesta — that cheerful girl who saved him — truly wasn't human.
Kiyara offered him her hand.
"Come on. If you stay here, you'll be dead in ten minutes. Maybe less."
Tor hesitated.
He had seen a monster disguised as a girl.
He had been attacked inside a house filled with corpses.
Strange visions appeared in his mind.
And now a new girl had dropped from the ceiling calling him a "priority target."
He didn't know who to trust.
But one thing was clear —
If he stayed here, he wouldn't live long enough to find answers.
Tor slowly reached toward her hand…
And the scene ends.