You watched from a distance as the Abbott family crouched atop their house, tense and alert. The air was thick with danger, every sound amplified in your ears. Above them, a few Death Angels prowled, their movements swift and merciless, searching for any sign of life.

Regan’s hands moved quickly, her gestures precise and urgent. Get away. Run… she signed, her eyes wide with fear and determination.

You felt the weight of the moment pressing down, knowing that any wrong step could draw the creatures’ attention. The Abbott family depended on stealth and timing, and for a fleeting second, the world seemed to hold its breath alongside you.