The whispers call

Previously

…Morales didn’t answer. He was already on his feet, moving towards the diner’s back door. “Stay here,” he commanded, his voice tight. But as he reached for the door, another whisper, sharper, more insistent this time, sliced through the air, directly into Sofía’s ear. “Don’t answer.” Sofía froze, her hand flying to her mouth. The whisper was laced with a chilling familiarity, a dark echo of the voices that had been tormenting her for weeks. It was a warning. And it was coming from somewhere terrifyingly close. The whispers had finally called her name. And the chilling realization dawned: they were no longer just a prelude to terror. They were the beginning of the hunt.