Her words send a ripple of unease through me.
“You saw him? While the three of us were…” I trail off, my gaze switching between her and Tristan.
Tristan arches a brow, amused. “Yeah, he was leaning against the tree. How the hell did you miss that?”
Selene giggles. “Because he was way too busy with us to notice anything else.”
I fumble into my pants, hastily yanking up the zipper as I stumble toward the door, barely managing a frantic run-hop to catch up to Dom. I shove through the back exit—the same one Tristan and I slipped through earlier—the massive hall looms before me, dark and still. Dominik is already more than halfway across, moving quickly, his figure almost a shadow as he strides toward the far door.
No way I’m catching him, barefoot and scrambling like this. I feel sick, wondering what must be going through his head if he’s in such a rush to get away from us…from me.
“Dom, wait up!” I call out.
He turns, his mask still over his face, an impenetrable barrier hiding any trace of emotion. He walks backward, his eyes clearly on me as he pushes through the door, slipping out without a word, like a shadow disappearing into the night.
Mother fucker.
There’s another exit to my right, across the room. If I move fast enough, I might catch him before he slips away for good.We need to talk about what just went down. I can’t let it fester between us—it’ll gnaw at me until there’s nothing left.
My heart thumps loudly as I bolt for the door.
Relief floods me when it swings open, revealing the cold pavement outside. The moon casts an unsettling glow over the lifeless rides and barren pathways.
There is no sign of Dominik though.
No movement. No shadows.
Nothing.
An eerie stillness hangs in the air, as if someone’s watching me. But every direction I turn is swallowed by shadows. Perfect timing for my mind to start playing tricks.
Dominik couldn’t have disappeared that quickly. He’s probably hiding, waiting for me to retreat so he can make his own way out of this nightmare. But what if he doesn’t? What if he tells someone about this? My parents. My sister. Everyone we know.
He wouldn’t. Dom and I share too many secrets—this is just one more to add to the list.
Are you sure about that?
Anxiety crawls up my spine as I round another corner, only to be greeted by more emptiness. The amusement park is a twisted labyrinth, its paths indistinguishable, each turn mocking me with its sameness. My frustration grows with each passing second.
Then I hear it—faint footsteps cutting through the dark silence. They’re distant but deliberate, pulling me deeper into this ghostly maze.
I slow, straining to hear as the footsteps stop abruptly. My body tenses, the hairs on my arms prickling with unease.
Something’s wrong.
The air feels charged, as if I’ve walked straight into a trap. But it’s too late to turn back now.
“Dominik,” I breathe out, barely whispering and praying he answers back. Instead, the silence presses back.
This is fucking stupid. I should turn around.
But the moment I do, my body seizes, every muscle locking tight as a figure steps out from the shadows.
It’s her—the murderer from the room.
Her hair is different now, a long, crimson wig cascading down her back like a blood-soaked veil. The moonlight grazes her cheek, highlighting the hungry expression she wears. Her eyes gleam with dark intent, and it’s clear—she’s already decided I’m next.
Terror surges through me, rooting me in place. My mask is gone. I’m exposed. She can see me—all of me.
