The abandoned station was silent, only the sound of dripping water echoing in the tunnels. Lara stepped onto the cracked platform, clutching her phone like a weapon.
"Ray?" she called.
A shadow moved. It was Jimmy. His clothes were soaked, his eyes frantic.
"Lara—you shouldn't be here," he hissed. "It's not safe."
"Where's Ray?"
Before Jimmy could answer, a gunshot ripped through the air. The bullet hit the pillar inches from Lara's head. She screamed and ducked as footsteps thundered in the darkness.
Out of the shadows emerged Mack, holding a pistol. Behind him came Justin, calm, smiling as if he already owned the night.
Jimmy whispered, "Run."