Shadows in the Savannah

ant Bimpe Olawale approached cautiously, their weapons drawn. The once-grand structure was now a decaying husk, it

ed, his voice barely au

ing the area. "If he's been watching

ing a dimly lit foyer littered with debris. The faint smell of mold and decay hung in the air. Thei

," Ayo instructed. "We

ng wallpaper and broken furniture. Each room told a story of abandonment, a life once lived but long forgotten. Ye

as stark and bare, save for a metal table in the center. On it lay a single red

the kitchen. A ribbon," he s

e living room. Nothin

ted them here, and Ayo intended to make him regret it. As he turned to leave the kitch

ed, listening intently. The creaks and groans of the old house seemed ampli

all sides. Bimpe swept her flashlight across the hallway, revealing a series of doors. Most were ajar, r

int humming, almost melodic. Her pulse quic

she whispered. "Sounds like hu

. I'm on my wa

er toward the door. She reached for the handle and turned i

f recently vacated. On the chair sat another ribbon, this one longer and tied

ight trained on the rocking chair. He approached

said, her voice tight. "

d. "He's playing w

hallway, a trapdoor in the ceiling caught their attention. Ayo

mpe muttered, shaking her head

ite the tension.

d old furniture, but in the center was something that made Ayo's blood run cold: a board covered in ph

d to see this,"

ening as she took in the scene. "He's been

oto was there, connected by red string to locations and dates

piece is

" Bimpe asked, her vo

They descended quickly, weapons drawn, only to find the front door sw

ed too many places to hide, and the darkness swallowed any trace of

only the chilling echo of his presence. Ayo's grip on his weapon tightened a

tail offered clues but also deepened the mystery. One thing was clear: the Reape

Bimpe said. "It's about you. He's orc

e it against him. He thinks he has

ination mirroring his ow

had made this personal, but Ayo wasn't about to bac

bon Reaper's game was far from over, and the final piece o