The acrid smell of smoke filled Avery's lungs as she, Lucas, and Damien ran for safety. The Puppet Master's laughter resonated across the tumult, a frightening reminder of the danger they faced.
"This way!" Lucas cried, seizing Avery's hand and pushing her towards a hidden escape. Damien followed close behind, his eyes flickering between Avery and his brother.
As they broke out into the crisp night air, sirens screamed in the distance. The three rushed, their shoes beating on the street, not daring to turn behind.
"We need to split up," Avery breathed after they'd put some space between themselves and the flaming structure. "It's not safe to stay together."
Lucas nodded grudgingly. "Meet at the backup spot in 24 hours. And Avery..." He paused, his eyes probing hers. "Be careful."
Damien moved forward, his jaw tense. "I'll go with her."
