The air was thick with tension as the aftermath of the fight hung heavily around the cabin. Stella's heart raced, the echo of the ghost walker's haunting presence still fresh in her mind. But as she turned back to Charles, she noticed something was off. His eyes were wide, but not with fear—rather, there was a spark of determination there that ignited a flicker of hope in her chest.
"Stella, we have to stop him," Charles urged, his voice steady despite the chaos that had just unfolded. "We can't let William get away. He's the key to this nightmare."
Stella nodded, ready to join him in the pursuit. But before they could take a step forward, the cabin door slammed open.
William stood there, silhouetted against the dim light of the moon, a sinister smile playing on his lips. The confidence in his posture sent a chill down Stella's spine. He had escaped them, and now he looked more dangerous than ever.
