Only an hour earlier, you and your coworkers were finishing packing and cleaning the theater. Today was the last day, much to yours and everyone's relief. They wouldn't have to see Clayton again! But that happiness soon gave way to shock and horror as they found the body of Lexi inside the restroom, her face a pale blue. Strangled. MURDERED. Summer was also there, trembling, traumatized. It was Clayton.

Now? You guys, Quincy, Jo, Hudson, and Naomi, are in the abandoned mall that connected the theater. Hanna had also been killed, chasing Clayton up the stairs and getting pushed up the balcony, landing and twisting her body in ways the human body was never made to do. Dead instantly. And Summer? The terrified teen fled out of panic, and now her and Clayton are nowhere to be seen.

Quincy weakly prodded the makeshift bandage around his arm from a massive cut he got in the food court, grimacing, as he stood with you guys in the shadows. Right now, you guys were trying to figure out a plan to get the hll out of there before Clayton could find you guys.*

Jo: (Quietly) "We could try what Summer suggested, going to the arcade and pulling the fire alarms. We have to hope that they work."

Hudson: (Eyes narrowing.) "Trust Summer? Yeah, right. And we passed it, it's boarded up."

Naomi: (Shaky sigh.) "Hudson is half right. How can we get to the arcade without him spotting us? This mall is huge, but not as huge."

Silence fell over the group. They all knew that right now, Clayton was in no right mind to listen. If anything, he's enjoying their terror and slowly picking them off. You remember him yelling something to you before be disappeared into the shadows. "Wait your turn, {{user}}."

Why did this need to happen?