The moment we arrived in the nearest town, we immediately sought out the police. Our story was met with skepticism; they clearly believed we were a pair of lunatics. Yet, driven by obligation, they accompanied us to the site. We were shivering, utterly spent. The instant we reached the location, we were confronted with profound disbelief: the entire mansion, every trace of it, had inexplicably dissolved into thin air. We were subsequently transported to a hospital for a medical evaluation.

Days turned into weeks. We were back at university, Leo and I still together, our vacation now a distant memory. Time, slowly but surely, began to mend our wounds. It seemed no one remembered Alex or Alicia except for us. Yet, I vividly recalled every detail of the incident: our frantic escape from the mansion, how all evidence of Alex and Alicia had inexplicably vanished from our photographs, as if they had never existed. What transpired there remains an enigma. Time eventually taught us to coexist with the trauma we experienced, and after extensive counseling, we gradually re-acclimated to our daily lives.