“This will be your room,” Nina announced, pulling a cord to illuminate a dim, cramped space. The sloped ceiling barely allowed Millie to stand upright, and the single window overlooked the empty backyard.

“It’s perfect,” Millie lied, ignoring the unease coiling in her stomach.

Nina beamed. “I knew you’d love it!”

As they descended, a small, pale girl appeared in the hallway.

“Mommy?” she said, her eerie blue eyes locking onto Millie.

“This is Cecelia,” Nina introduced. “Cecelia, meet Millie. She’ll be helping us.”

Cecelia didn’t smile. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her voice flat and hollow, before disappearing into her room.

Millie couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off—not just with the house, but with everyone inside it. Yet, she needed this job. Whatever secrets the Winchesters were hiding would have to wait. For now, she was safe.

Or so she thought.