Chapter 4

The next two days passed in eerie calm.

The woman did not reappear.

Yet I lived in constant dread, like a prisoner waiting for a verdict.

I changed the locks on my rental apartment, installed three security cameras, and kept them recording nonstop.

I even stocked up on frozen meals, planning to stay inside and not set foot outside for days.

I thought locking myself away would stop her from using my body to cause trouble.

However, I had severely underestimated her.

On the morning of the third day, a sharp, urgent ringtone jolted me awake.

It was Vincent.

The…