My head lifts.
“Did either of you notice someone… watching you at the party?”
Archie’s expression sharpens instantly.
“What kind of watching?”
“There was a guy across the room,” I say slowly.
“Black suit. Red skull mask. Like… neon glowing.”
Both of them go still.
Archie lets out a low whistle.
“Yeah,” he mutters.
“That tracks.”
My heart skips.
“You saw him too?”
“No,” Archie says.
“But I saw someone else.”
He shifts slightly.
“Similar mask. But mine was green. Just standing there staring at me like I was the only person in the room.”
A cold chill crawls down my spine.
Theron suddenly speaks up.
“I ran into one in the bathroom.”
We both look at him.
He continues quietly.
“Same skull mask, but purple. Big guy.”
Theron’s jaw tightens slightly.
“He didn’t say anything. Just… watched me.”
None of us speak for a moment.
The silence in the room feels heavier now.
Like something just clicked into place.
I slowly look around the dark room again.
The other men are sitting along the walls. The high windows. The locked metal door at the far end.
My stomach drops.
