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Demi nodded. "Oh, yeah. My brain's basically an amusement park. Full of rides and these pretty lights." She laughed and squeezed me tighter. "And guess what? You're in there too." This girl could charm anyone. We got to the spot where the accident went down. Hayden climbed up to check out the damage, scribbling in his notebook as he went. "We lost two sets of lights. Each set had twenty-two bulbs, with, like, thirteen different colors," Hayden said, scanning the broken lights before glancing at the crane off in the distance.

There was a dark smudge on the door handle, and he heard water running inside. Dammit, he thought. He could picture the damage they might have already done. The water stopped, and he pulled the door open quietly. Nobody was in sight in the area of the lockers, and a cursory glance did not reveal any open lockers or other signs of vandalism, other than a few more dark smudges on the floor. His long flashlight felt dangerously heavy in his hands. It was one of those steel MagLights and he knew it would serve as a makeshift club if he needed to use it that way. Frank stepped around the corner and turned on the flashlight, pointing it at the sound of wet footsteps. Despite his nervousness, his v

“Roads are flooding. Power outages across three districts.” Almost on cue, the lights flickered. Then went out. The penthouse was swallowed by darkness, broken only by the intermittent flashes of lightning that lit the room in stark white slices. Aria exhaled slowly. Backup lighting clicked on seconds later, soft and low, casting long shadows across the expansive space. The rain intensified, the sound loud enough to feel. Damian checked his phone again, jaw tightening. “Your driver can’t reach this side of the city.” She nodded once. “I figured.”

My heart falters in my chest when the lights go out. I shook off the panic and told myself it was probably just a little mixup. The lights would come back on. When it doesn’t even after a whole minute I decided to read out to Damien. Maybe he would know what is happening. He was seeing this live. “Damien,” I spoke into the walkie talkie, expecting to hear his deep voice come from the other end. It was just quiet for a moment. No static, which it gave when we didn’t have strong connection a few times. It always comes back after I tap it once or twice. I did it three times just to be clear.

Her chest felt tight, heavy with dread she couldn’t explain. --- Lightning shattered across the sky, startling her. The house flickered—once, twice— Then everything went black. “Not again,” Elara breathed, heart dropping. The storm outside roared, wind slamming against the windows hard enough to rattle them. The emergency lights failed to activate — another detail that made her blood run cold. “Liam?” she called from the hallway. “I’m here!” he answered, rushing toward the stairs. “Stay calm. I’ll fix the breaker.”

“Wait for what?” “For her to reclaim her breath.” I felt a sudden jolt of true fear. I looked at the darkening shadows in the corners. “It’s too dim. Switch the lights on!” The assistant signaled a guard. He flipped the switch, but the massive crystal chandelier remained dead. A spark of hope flared in my chest. He’s here. “What’s the issue?” The assistant flipped it again. Nothing. “Stay here! I’m checking the breakers!” In the VIP lounge, the lights above David Grimes flickered and died. He was mid-sentence with his guests when the darkness swallowed the room.

“It’s pretty dark.” “Yes, two LED street-lamps were down, hence the partial darkness. However, if you look closer,” ASP Wong used a pointer and circled on the footage. I strained my eyes and was shocked to realize there was a figure that hobbled out of the woods and crossed the street. He disappeared into a blind spot; an area not covered by the cameras. On additional footage, a motorcycle passed by and disappeared down the road. “When did this happen?” “About five days ago. Midnight. I guess that explains the poor quality of the footage.”

Stark white emergency lights flooded the visitation wing, illuminating the nightmare unfolding around us. **03:48:17 AM - Sniper's Gambit** Through the shattered glass, I saw the guard tower spotlight explode in a shower of sparks. The second round took out the main breaker box with surgical precision. The third punched through Officer Riggins' Kevlar vest before his hand could even touch his sidearm—a perfect triple-tap through the torrential rain.

“Can you?” Alessio’s mouth found him again. “Not tonight.” The light flickered once more. And when it came back fully the mirror was cracked. A single line through the center. Like a warning. Like a countdown.

The security camera’s red light was blinking—once, twice… then it held solid. From the screen came a faint click. And then— The feed went black.