The clock had struck midnight, and the storm outside raged with relentless fury. Sudipta, with her umbrella in one hand and her bag slung over her shoulder, stepped out of the warm, cozy cafe after completing her project work. The streets were deserted, the wind howling like a wild beast. The rain was pouring down in thick sheets, drenching everything in its path. Sudipta pulled her scarf tighter around her neck and quickened her pace. The sooner she reached home, the better.
She decided to take a shortcut through a narrow, dark alley that would save her a good fifteen minutes. Her footsteps echoed eerily against the wet pavement, each step more unsettling than the last. But she was determined; she had taken this route before and it had always been safe. But tonight felt different—something in the air was heavy, ominous. The shadows seemed to move, and the wind carried with it a chill that wasn’t just from the storm.
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