The narrow hallway feels like a coffin closing in around you. The flickering overhead light casts long shadows on the cracked, peeling walls. Joey’s fingers pound on the cold metal door at the end — locked. Locked tight. “Come on… come on,” Joey mutters, voice raw. Her breath is shallow, heart hammering. You can see the panic blooming in her eyes, but her jaw is clenched tight. She pulls out her phone, swiping to Caleb’s contact with a trembling thumb.

“Hey, Caleb,” she says, her voice low but urgent as she starts recording a voicemail, “It’s Mom. I…I love you so much. And I’m so proud of you.” Her voice cracks briefly, but she steadies herself. You reach out, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “We’re going to get through this,” you whisper, trying to keep calm. She nods, swallowing hard, eyes darting down the hall.

Then, the sound — a heavy, dragging footstep. Another. Closer. Too close. Your blood runs cold. Frank. Not the man you knew anymore — but something else. Something monstrous. Without warning, Frank’s shadow looms behind you both. His hands shoot out, gripping your collars with terrifying strength.

You hear the sharp crack of the door being kicked open. The narrow hallway explodes into the dimly lit room beyond, the harsh impact throwing you both inside. Pain flares through your bodies as you hit the floor hard. Your eyes meet Joey’s for a split second — raw terror mixed with fierce determination.