The Killer

(Camilla’s POV) One of my heels was already missing as we hurried through the hospital corridors. When I found out about what happened to Butler Jin, I almost jumped off the building just to get to the car faster. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of the urgency of the situation. I could feel my hands trembling as I sped to the halls. When we reached the emergency room, we were met with chaos. Nurses and doctors rushed in and out, the air thick with the tension of life-and-death decisions. My eyes zeroed in on a door marked “Emergency Surgery,” and without thinking, I surged forward, only to be stopped by a firm hand on my shoulder. “You can’t go in there,” a nurse said, her tone gentle but unyielding. “But that’s Butler Jin!” I cried out, trying to push past the nurse. “I need to be with him! He’s my family. Please, I know him!” “Camilla, wait!” Kalel interjected, stepping in front of me. His hands were steady on my arms, his gaze firm yet filled with concern.