Matthew's POV
In the eerie stillness of the night, my heart pounded in my chest as I clutched Marisa's hand tightly, our fingers interlocked in a desperate grip.
The dim glow of distant streetlights cast long, ominous shadows as we sprinted away from the place that had held us captive in a living nightmare.
With every step, the weight of fear began to lift, replaced by a fragile sense of relief. The chill of the night air clawed at my skin, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins kept me moving. It seemed like we had finally outpaced the malevolent presence that haunted us.
In the silence, our hurried breaths resonated like a symphony of survival. The world around us blurred as we raced through desolate streets, seeking sanctuary from the horrors we had left behind.
I allowed myself to believe, if only for a fleeting moment, that we had triumphed over the darkness that had ensnared us.
