The hooded figure stood motionless at the end of the hallway.
And for one horrifying second, nobody moved.
Jayda instantly felt her chest tighten painfully.
Her breathing became shallow.
The black hoodie.
Again.
Rainwater dripped slowly from the figure’s sleeves onto the floor.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The sound echoed faintly across the silent hallway.
Jayda’s eyes widened.
The watch.
It was the watch.
She could hear it again.
“That’s him…” she whispered weakly.
Beside her, Damek Ivanov immediately stepped forward.
“Stay behind me.”
Jayda grabbed his sleeve instinctively.
“Damek, wait—”
But before she could finish—
The figure suddenly turned around.
And ran.
“s**t,” Damek cursed before sprinting after him immediately.
“Damek!” Jayda shouted.
“Don’t follow us!” he yelled
