Murderous Reflection
I decided to wander around the room and came across a picture of a family with a child and parents. The father's face was crossed out in red ink, leaving a chilling vibe.
The wife, with long black hair and eyes, felt eerily familiar. Did she resemble the ghost from before, or was it just my imagination playing tricks on me?
My attention shifted to the child's face, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, uncannily resembling Ara.
"No, stop thinking about her, Seth," I reminded myself, shaking off the unsettling thoughts.
I placed the picture down, determined to focus on unraveling the mystery. Something was amiss with this family, especially the father, whose face was the only one crossed out.
To gather more information, I headed to a child-sized table in the room. There, I found a book with "Bella" engraved on it. Opening the book revealed crayon-drawn pictures of a family – a father, mother, and children.