𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚

🎧 TW: screaming, violence. Read with caution.
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Visual Teaser:
Blood. Screams. Fog.
A girl running through a haunted house.
A killer dressed in purple, smiling like death is a game.
A shovel.
A knife.
And the girl bleeding in her best friend's arms.

The broken glass was just the beginning.
Now they're gone. And not everyone's coming back.

"Please, no, I beg you!"

The scream ripped out of me like it didn't belong to my body. It echoed through the rotting hallways, bouncing off every twisted, groaning wall of the haunted house I once thought could shelter me.

I was wrong.

I ran.

My feet slapped the cracked floorboards, splinters tearing at my skin. Mold choked the air, making every breath feel like drowning. Behind me, he followed. A man in purple. Not just any man—a predator. A sadist.

"Emerging from the shadows, I'm aware of your hiding place, Lela. There's no use in concealment."

His voice slithered behind me like a serpent's hiss. My name sounded poisonous in his mouth.

I didn't look back. I couldn't look back.

I threw everything I could behind me—broken furniture, shattered glass, a porcelain doll that shattered like my sanity. Nothing slowed him. He moved like a shadow with purpose.

"Keep your distance!" I screamed, but fear made the words hollow.

My legs buckled. I fell hard. Pain exploded through my side, but I kicked—desperate—and my boot collided with his face. He stumbled.

"Ow, that hurts, Lela!" he howled. "You're going to regret that!"

I scrambled up and ran harder than before. For my life. For my friends. For the future I hadn't had a chance to live yet.

Somewhere in the distance—a barn. Run-down, drenched in fog. I bolted toward it, every breath like knives.

Inside, shadows curled around me. I crouched low, heart pounding, sweat slick down my spine.

I could hear him again.

"Lela... are you skulking around here? Your petrified little face—it's such a delicious turn-on for me..."

I gagged.

"Fucking degenerate," I thought.

My hand found a shovel. Rusted. Heavy. Beautiful.

I rose. I crept. I struck.

THWACK.

He hit the floor.

I ran.

Through the fog. Into the night. Into freedom.

And then—I saw them.

Ophelia. Sage. Theo.

My heart soared. "Did you long for our return?" I called.

I ran into their arms.

Then—

Agony.

A burning stab through my back. I gasped. Crimson bloomed across my shirt like a flower of death.

"Lela!"

Their voices cracked the night.

"Be brave, Ophelia...please, go with the others," I whispered, already fading.

Ophelia. She cried. I had never seen her cry. And it hurt more than the blade.

"Are you truly certain?" she asked.

"No..." I breathed, "But I don't want my story to end in this grim alley..."

I looked at all of them. At Sage's beautiful, broken tears.

And then he appeared again.

The Purple Guy.

"Oopsie," he grinned. "I made a spill. And now all of you will succumb to a grim fate."

We froze.

Until a voice cut the air like thunder.

"Well not so fast, Purple Guy—or should I say, Charles?"

A silhouette emerged from the darkness. Trench coat. Brimmed hat. Glinting eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" they taunted, casually.

I blinked.

I knew that voice.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Saving your behind, what does it look like?" they replied, smirking.

The Purple Guy snarled. "Time to end this."

But everything had changed now.

The mysterious figure stepped forward. Silver glinted from within their coat.

The air tightened.

The moment froze.

And this time—we weren't going down without a fight.