The man's grip on her arm releases, and she stares at his face, the light fading from his eyes and his body slumps to the floor.
She takes a step back, her legs shaking, as she processes the scene before her. Blood pools around the man's head, creating a dark, ominous stain on the pristine marble floor.
A wave of nausea washes over her as she fights the urge to vomit.
Her phone buzzes again, breaking the spell of horror. Shakily, she brings it to her face, her hands trembling. The message reads: "KEEP MOVING."
The words seem to echo in her mind, urging her forward. With a final glance at the man, she turns and runs, her heart pounding in her ears. The night air feels suffocating, filled with the metallic scent of blood.