The clock on the nightstand blinked 3:02 a.m.
Rose sat curled up by the window, knees hugged to her chest, the oversized sweater she wore doing little to chase away the chill that had settled deep in her bones. The world outside was dark and quiet, but her mind refused to rest.
The message from earlier still haunted her.
You’re running out of time.
The words were etched into her thoughts, looping endlessly like a curse she couldn’t shake. She had tried, over and over, to convince herself that it was just another cruel attempt to frighten her some twisted game from Amy or someone working with her.
But the unease in her gut said otherwise.
This wasn’t just a scare tactic anymore.
They were waiting, watching. Calculating their next move.
She stared blankly at the shadows beyond the gl
