Kane
The footsteps echoed from below.
Slow.
Heavy.
And impossibly calm.
Nobody moved.
The stairwell sat swallowed in darkness beyond the cracked corridor while gas hissed through the ruptured pipe behind us.
Mason had gone rigid beside Lena.
And that—
That bothered me most.
Not fear.
Recognition.
My pulse slowed.
“He found the locker.”
The words stayed hanging in the corridor.
Rowan looked shaken.
Actually shaken.
His face had lost all color.
I turned toward him.
“What locker?”
Silence.
Bad sign.
The footsteps continued climbing.
Clang.
Clang.
Metal stairs groaning beneath unseen weight.
Lena tightened her grip on Mason.
Her voice shook.
“What locker?”
Nobody answered immediately.
The corridor trembled again.
Dust drifted through flashing emergency lights.
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