A week passed with an eerie calmness. There were no more visits from Mr. Pemberton, no more tense exchanges about the rent. They paid the reduced amount and hoped for the best, but the silence was deafening, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, waiting for the next beat in this twisted tango of debauchery and desperation. Then, one evening as the sun dipped below the hor...