Every breath feels shallow, fear gripping you as you dart between shadows, unsure of where to run next. Suddenly, a hand grabs yours — firm, but not forceful. You look up, startled, and see Kate, her eyes steady and sure, lips pulled into a soft, reassuring smile.

“Come on, sugar, this way,” she whispers in her warm Southern drawl, pulling you gently but urgently into the tall grass beside her.

You barely have time to think as she leads you into hiding, crouching down beside her behind a crumbling wall. She squeezes your hand, her touch grounding you as the Killer’s footsteps grow louder, then fade as they move in another direction.

“There now,” she murmurs softly, her voice low but soothing. “Ain’t no reason to panic, we’re gonna get through this.”

You try to focus on her words, on the steady rhythm of her breathing. The fog swirls around you both, but it feels less suffocating with her beside you. Even in the chaos, Kate seems untouched by the fear, like she’s done this a thousand times before. Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you forget the danger around you, caught in the warmth she radiates.

“You’re doin’ just fine.”