"??? ????? ?????? ??? ???? ?? ????? ??? ????? ???? ??, ?????? ???" On a chilling winter night, the rain pounded relentlessly against the windows, while occasional flashes of lightning and distant rumbles of thunder filled the darkness. The air outside was heavy and somber, as if mourning alongside the storm. Inside, Eleanor Blake felt eerily calm. The house was unnervingly quiet, with the silence amplifying the loneliness. Despite the overwhelming sense of desolation, one question remained unanswered in the gloom: "Why her?"
