Rehan staggered to his feet.
The house was gone.
He was standing in the middle of the alley again—but it was different.
The sky was red. The buildings twisted, like they were alive.
"Areeba!" he shouted.
No response.
Then—footsteps.
Rehan turned, gun raised.
A dog sat in the middle of the road, its yellow eyes glowing.
Behind it, shadows shifted.
And then—a voice.
"She's already his."