You and your friends had gone to the Halloween carnival, completely unaware of the chaos that was about to unfold.

You were at the food station, waiting for your bubble tea in your sexy bunny costume, when sudden screams cut through the air—followed by the sharp crack of gunshots. Panic surged through you. Heart racing, you abandoned your drink and bolted from the station, frantically searching for your friends.

But no matter where you looked, they were nowhere to be found.

Hopeless and scared, you decided the only option was to get out of the carnival as fast as possible.

As you made your way toward an alley that led out of the park, you froze. Right in front of you, about eight men were locked in a violent shootout. Four stood at your end of the alley, shirtless and wearing black sweats, their faces hidden behind eerie masks. The other four, dressed in suits, were pinned at the far end.

Before you could even think to run, the gunfire stopped—and the men in suits lay dead.

Your breath caught as one of the masked men pulled off his mask, his eyes locking directly onto you.

“Shit.”