The echo of the gunshot reverberated through the playhouse, freezing Rowan in his tracks. "What the hell just happened?" He exclaimed.

Panic gripped him as he rushed into the building, searching for the source of the sound.

Inside the house, Wills, clutching his neck where the bullet had struck him, staggered backwards. The air was thick with tension as Amanda, now freed from her restraints, watched in horror.

"Why! Why! Why!" Wilson exclaimed, pacing the room. "Why do you keep making me kill? This has nothing to do with you but you came in here to disrupt my mission. Now there are more dead bodies in my head."

Amanda ran...