The footsteps echoed down the dark corridor, slow and deliberate. Each step felt like a countdown to disaster, sending chills up Leila’s spine. Her hand instinctively reached for Ethan’s, her heart hammering in her chest. Who was coming for them? Daniel had his gun drawn, his eyes locked on the door. Lily was trembling beside Leila, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her face pale with terror. "Stay quiet," Ethan whispered, his voice barely audible as he tightened his grip on Leila’s hand. The room was cloaked in darkness, the shadows playing tricks on her mind. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind outside seemed amplified in the silence. The footsteps grew louder, closer. Whoever it was, they were coming straight for them. Leila’s breath hitched as the door creak
