The group headed towards the exit, the bowling alley was plunged into a disturbing silence, broken only by the sound of hesitant footsteps and heavy breathing echoing through the room. Will and Jake staggered, injured but alive.

The girls followed them, their expressions oscillating between exhaustion and fear. Brooke tried to hide the fragility that overflowed her eyes while Emma kept a lost look, as if each step to leave that place was an internal battle against the guilt and confusion inside her.

Noah's body moved automatically, but his mind seemed stuck on what had just happened. His eyes scanned the darkness beyond the group, as if he expected another attack from the masked killer to emerge from the shadows.

He knew that in stories like this, the danger was never really over.

Noah took one last look at the now empty bowling alleys and when the door finally closed behind the group the tension seemed to continue to pulse, the arrival of the police seemed to momentarily relieve his emotions.