At exactly 5 AM, we left the warehouse with the survivors. There was no point in lingering where several people had met their mysterious demise.
Angelica and I knew the truth, but for the survivors, it was a different story entirely. Some had likely already started to doubt one another, suspecting that one of their own was the killer.
But that wasn't the case at all—how could we possibly explain that to them? Would they even believe us? They might instead start to suspect us.
When the stage was viewed from an outside perspective, it made perfect sense.
Two strangers had appeared out of nowhere, choosing to sleep in the same warehouse as the rest. They had even offered food, perhaps as a gesture to earn their trust and divert suspicion when the inevitable happened.
