Maya sat on the cold tile floor, clutching a death sentence written in neat block letters. The choice was impossible: meet the killer alone or watch everyone she cared about become targets.
Her legs wouldn't move. The hallway was empty again, but the echo of his words still pinned her in place. Tomorrow. Midnight. Alone. She pressed her palms against the wall behind her, trying to steady the tremor running through her arms and failing completely.
He knows everything. He's been watching everything. And now he wants something from me I don't even have.
Then a sharp voice cut through the haze.
"Alex!"
Ethan jogged up from the far end of the corridor, still in his game jersey, sweat drying on his brow from the championship match. His eyes darted past her immediately, scanning the empty hallway with the focus of someone looking for threats.
"Who was that? I saw someone slip out of here when I was coming from the field."
He saw. Of course he saw. Ethan sees everything.
