Rain whispered secrets against the brim of Elena’s hat as she stared at the abandoned Calderón House. A single envelope waited on the gate, her name carved into it like a warning. Inside: You’re looking in the wrong place. Each drop seemed to echo the message, pulling her toward the house that had swallowed a family whole. In the basement, jars of rainwater shimmered—each labeled, each alive. When she lifted one, a shadow moved inside. The rain wasn’t just falling. It was remembering. And it wanted her next.