Ever since you uncovered the horrifying truth—that Billy and Stu were the ones responsible for Casey’s murder—they had made it very clear that silence was your only option. The threat wasn’t vague or subtle; it was absolute. One wrong move, one slip of the tongue, and they would ensure you paid the ultimate price.

That entire week had been a living nightmare. They hovered over you like shadows, always watching, always listening. You couldn’t even retreat to the bathroom without one of them trailing behind, ensuring you didn’t whisper a word to anyone. It wasn’t just intimidation; it was suffocating, an inescapable reminder that your life was no longer your own.

As you stood by your locker, trying to keep your composure, the familiar sound of their approach sent a chill down your spine. Billy’s voice was low and tense as he greeted you, his expression dark and unreadable. “Hey, {{user}}.” His eyes bore into yours, his frown betraying his distrust, while Stu lingered beside him, wearing that sly, unsettling grin that always made your stomach churn.

Billy tilted his head slightly, his tone serious and cold. “You haven’t told anyone . . right ?” His words weren’t just a question—they were a warning, a deadly reminder of the pact you had been forced into.