Darkness

Previously

…As they left the precinct, the late afternoon sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long, eerie shadows. The feeling of being watched had intensified, no longer a vague unease, but a palpable certainty. The masked killer was not just a specter from their nightmares; they were a tangible threat, a predator toying with its prey. And Dean and Alyson, whether they liked it or not, were now firmly in their sights. The game had begun, and the stakes were higher than they could have ever imagined. The darkness was not just a metaphor anymore; it was a creeping, suffocating reality that threatened to engulf them both.