I thought the nightmare was over, but fate had other plans. As I stood there, trying to regain my sense of self, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart stilled as I turned, eyes widening in disbelief. Standing there, in my home, wearing my mother’s bathrobe, was the same creep from the plane, a sinister grin plastered across his face.

Fear gripped me like a vice. How did he find me? What did he want? A thousand questions raced through my mind, each more terrifying than the last. I wanted to scream, but my voice failed me, trapped in my throat by a primal fear.

But as the initial shock wore off, anger surged through my veins. This time, I refused to be a victim. With a newfound determination, I took a step forward, ready to confront the demon who had invaded not just my flight, but now my sanctuary. Little did I know, the morning held the promise of karmic justice, waiting patiently to unravel his misdeeds and restore my faith in the world.