The lights went out.

And Nolan realized: this wasn’t an episode of a TV show. It was a warning.

His phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: “You weren’t supposed to see that. But now that you have… welcome to the real rookie season.”

Then the recording did something impossible. It paused. A red reticle appeared on-screen, circling a face in the background—a face Nolan had never noticed that night. A man in a gray hoodie, not running away like the others, but standing perfectly still. Watching. Smiling.