Kane
The gunshot echoed from below the stairwell.
And the corridor froze.
Nobody breathed.
Nobody moved.
The sound bounced through concrete and metal, sharp enough to slice through every secret hanging between us.
Then—
A second sound followed.
A scream.
Male.
Cut off too quickly.
My body tightened instantly.
The security guard went pale.
“Oh God—”
Coach Hale looked toward the stairwell.
And for the first time since appearing—
His calm cracked.
Only slightly.
But enough.
My pulse sharpened.
Wrong.
Very wrong.
The gas hissed behind us.
The rink groaned overhead.
Still—
Everything had changed.
Because somebody else was down there.
And they had a gun.
Lena looked terrified.
“What was that?”
Nobody answered.
Then—
Footsteps.
Running.
Fast.
Coming up.
The sou
