You stand firm in your resolve, unwilling to trust Conrad's sudden reappearance. Despite his desperate pleas and the sincerity you detect in his eyes, you cannot ignore the lingering doubts that cloud your judgment. The ancient whispers in the mill seem to beckon you towards a different path, one where caution is your shield and curiosity your guide. As you steel yourself against Conrad's imploring gaze, a soft rustling sound echoes through the decaying walls, sending a shiver down your spine.