The cold night air clung to Stella's skin as she and Josh stumbled away from the police station, their breaths ragged, eyes wide with shock. The image of the ghost walker, its form vanishing into the shadows with Lyle in tow, replayed in her mind.
Josh rubbed his forehead, trying to process the chaos that had just unfolded. "How... how did that thing even get inside?" he muttered, shaking his head as if trying to force the pieces of the puzzle together.
Stella, still catching her breath, looked at him, her eyes sharp. "It knew exactly where to strike. The security, the prisoners, everything. It wasn't random. It's been watching us."
Josh groaned, running his hands through his hair. "We were right there, and we couldn't do a damn thing."
Stella stood up straighter, despite the pain in her shoulder from the earlier fight. "We can still find Lyle. The ghost walker couldn't have taken him far."
