Police finally stepped forward.
"Sir, we need you to come with us."
Victor didn't move.
Instead he looked strangely calm.
Then he laughed softly.
"You're too late."
My stomach twisted.
"What do you mean?"
But before anyone could react—
The lights suddenly went out.
Darkness swallowed the room.
People screamed.
Something crashed.
Someone ran.
My heart pounded violently.
Then the emergency lights flickered on.
And the first thing we noticed…
Victor was gone.
The police rushed outside.
Chaos filled the house again.
But the injured man said something quietly
that made my blood run cold.
"He's not finished."