𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 [M.Kaiser x reader]

• Chapter 41 •

"What the..."
- Y/n

*(Short but important, also there's an "easter egg" *hint* the first paragraph) *
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The streets of Munich were bustling with evening activity as Y/n made her way through, passing the local convenience stores. The cobblestones glistened from a recent rain, reflecting the warm glow of street lamps. The air was cool, carrying the scent of freshly baked pretzels and roasted chestnuts from nearby stalls. Just like before, in those distant days.

As she ran, people pushed through the heavy glass doors to watch, a bell chimed softly, signaling their departure and drawing a few curious glances from other shoppers.

Her heart raced, not just from exertion but from the growing sense of urgency bubbling in her chest. She clutched her bag tightly, the faint rustle of its contents drowned out by the sounds.

Her legs carried her with purpose, taking her to every destination she could think of that might provide answers. She zigzagged through familiar streets, glancing occasionally around for clues, though it provided none. Her old home lingered in the back of her mind as the last option. A place she hadn't dared to think about in a long time. Now, it was all she had to search.

Finally, she arrived.

The old Reichert home loomed before her, shrouded in shadows. It looked exactly as it had in her memories, but now it carried an air of abandonment. The once pristine exterior was marred with cracks and grime, the garden overgrown with weeds and wildflowers. No lights shone from the windows and the silence surrounding it was deafening.

Her footsteps slowed as she stepped onto the property, her shoes crunching against the gravel driveway. Her fingers grazed the handle of the front door, half expecting it to be locked tight, but to her surprise it opened effortlessly.

It felt... inviting, as if it had been waiting for her.

Y/n hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to turn back, but she pushed forward. The interior was eerily still, her footsteps echoing faintly against the marble floors. Dust covered every surface and the once grand chandelier above the foyer hung dim and lifeless.

She made her way through the house cautiously, her mind racing with memories of the last time she'd been here. The encounter with Elsa, the strange almost ritualistic aura of the place, the fear that clung to her even now, it all came flooding back. She shook her head pushing the thoughts aside.

Her destination was clear.

The basement.

The door to the basement creaked as she pulled it open. She braced herself for the stench of death that had overwhelmed her the last time, but instead, the air carried only the faint smell of dirt and dampness. Y/n furrowed her brows, her caution easing slightly.