The Sin of His Obsession
There was only the present, a relentless, ticking clock that was counting down their final moments.
"Go! Go!" Chloe screamed, pulling Aiden by the arm. The museum, once a quiet, solemn place, was now a labyrinth of terror. The heavy steel fire doors had locked automatically, and the windows, reinforced against break-ins, were unyielding. They ran, not towards the main entrance, but towards the back, where the old service stairwell offered a sliver of hope. They pushed open the heavy door and ran down the stairs, their frantic footsteps echoing in the silence. They could hear Marcus’s maniacal laughter from the top of the stairs, a haunting, triumphant sound that was a testament to his final,