Lena sat in the police station, wrapped in a blanket. Her hands still trembled as she recounted everything - the locked room, the pictures, Mira.
The officers exchanged uneasy glances.
"We'll send a unit to his house immediately," one of them assured her. "You're safe now."
Lena nodded, but deep down, something felt… wrong.
Elias wouldn't just let her go.
A few hours later, an officer approached her, looking grim.
"We searched the house," he said.
Lena sat up. "And?"
He hesitated.
"There was no sign of Elias."
Her stomach dropped.
The officer continued, "There were pictures, just like you said. But no blood. No sign of a struggle. No bodies."
Lena's breath hitched.
It was like he had erased everything.
Like he had prepared for this.
She shook her head. "No. That's impossible. He was there. He - "
A nurse walked in, holding a small envelope. "This was left at the front desk for you."
Lena's fingers trembled as she took it. No name. No return address.
Slowly, she opened it.
Inside was a single Polaroid.
A picture of her. Taken from outside the police station.
And scrawled in red ink beneath it - "You can't hide from me, love."
Lena's blood ran cold.
He was still out there.
And he was watching.
THE END…?