77. Twist Of Fate

Chapter Seventy Seven

Vincent cowered in the dimly lit hospital janitor's room, his heart pounding in his chest like a frantic drumbeat. The sterile scent of cleaning chemicals hung heavy in the air, mixing with his fear-induced sweat. He was trapped, a wounded animal hiding from its predator.

Outside the room, the harsh sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the corridor. Vincent's eyes widened as he saw a figure clad entirely in black, blending seamlessly with the shadows. The figure's every move was deliberate and silent, an embodiment of stealth. Panic clawed at Vincent's throat as he realized this intruder was no ordinary trespasser.

"Please," Vincent's voice trembled as he whispered his plea, though every fiber of his being screamed for him to stay silent. "Don't shoot me."

The figure paused, their gaze fixed on the janitor's room door. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Vincent's breaths were shallow, his senses heightened to an excruciating degree. He could hear hi
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