Who did it?

Vic, Billy, Angelica, and several other students and organizers rushed down the dimly lit hallway, the tension evident in the air. Each of their faces was a reflection of the same shared dread—Mark had snapped, and if he caught up to Ghost Ranger, there was no doubt he would kill him. The thought sent a ripple of urgency through the group. They couldn't allow this to escalate any further, but time was running out.

Their footsteps echoed loudly in the empty corridor, a rapid, chaotic symphony of panic.

After several exhausting minutes, they finally arrived at the dressing room door. It was slightly ajar, hanging awkwardly on its hinges, cracked from what looked like a violent impact. There were holes scattered across the surface, evidence of a struggle that had played out here recently.

Vic stepped forward instinctively, his hand reaching for the door, but before he could enter, an organizer grabbed him by the arm.