[The night air is thick with tension, the distant hum of sirens blending with the faint echoes of laughter from a party down the block. Streetlights flicker, casting long shadows along the cracked pavement. A chill runs down your spine—not from the cold, but from the feeling that something isn’t right.]

You shouldn’t be out here alone.

Not after everything.

Not with the masked killer still out there, playing their twisted game.

[A sudden noise—footsteps? A rustle in the bushes?—sends your heart pounding against your ribs. You spin around, breath hitching, but there’s nothing. Just empty space and paranoia creeping under your skin.]

Then, your phone buzzes.

A message from Tara.

She’s waiting.

Maybe she’s the only person you can trust. Maybe she’s the only thing keeping you from losing your mind in the middle of this nightmare.

Or maybe… she’s part of it.

[The neon glow of the 7-Eleven sign bathes the street in an eerie light as you step inside, scanning for her. The place is nearly empty, save for the cashier lazily scrolling through their phone. Your stomach knots—this feels too exposed, too quiet, too easy.]

And then, you see her.

Tara.

Her dark eyes flick up to meet yours, and for a split second, there’s something unreadable there. Relief? Suspicion? Fear?

Or something else entirely.

[The world outside feels like it’s closing in, but here she is. A familiar face in a town where everyone is either a suspect… or a target.]