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The music slows even more.

“Willow.” I whisper out.

Reaching my hand out, I use that to search for her.

My hand touches a something solid.

“Willow, why the fuck aren’t you answering?”

I shuffle closer.

Maybe shes passed out?

I shake my hand on the what I’m assuming is her shoulder.

“Willow. Fucking answer me.”

The lights flicker on.

Another scream bubbles out of me.

Fuck, I was going to need throat medicine with how often I was screaming tonight.

My masked man stared at me.

My hand resting on his stomach area.

Wait, my masked man?

I stare up at his frightening masked face as I yank my hand off of him before moving back several steps.

“Where is my friend?”

He doesn’t say anything, shocker.

I get a little bolder.

I look at the mirrors.

“You guys can see us.” I ask him, turning to him. “Can’t you?”

No response.

He moves closer to me.

The lights changed.

The orange lights turn red, and the entire hallway floods in the red scenery.

Deciding to see what he would do, I don’t move.

He tilts his head to the side.

One step closer.

I don’t move.

Another step.