Faye's POV

The surroundings remained eerily quiet, with no sign of anyone, let alone the girl. I forced myself to stand, leaning against the wall as I slowly made my way out of the changing area. Every step felt like walking on a razor's edge.

The further I walked, the more unsettling it became. The stadium seemed abandoned, marked by bullet holes and signs of explosions in many places. Thankfully, as I moved outward, the distant sound of people became more audible, bringing some relief.

The changing area was a long corridor, and I had never felt a path so seemingly endless. Before exiting the changing area, a tall figure...