Synopsis

A cold certainty settled upon her. Trapped within the confines of the shed, the snake, Xanthe, coiled tighter, a living coil of menace. She struggled, desperate for release, but each movement only inflamed the creature's fury, silencing her cries. Fear sharpened into a chilling awareness: every moment stolen was a moment lost to Ben. The darkness pressed in, thick and damp, amplifying her isolation. Alone.