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The hallway plunges from ordinary to nightmare between one flicker of the lights and the next. Outside the rain-streaked windows, the campus grounds swarm with lurching, bloodied shapes. A siren wails and chokes into silence. Then the glass doors at the end of the corridor explode inward. A scream shreds the air, and students scatter in panic. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you spin to run—but a gaunt, sprinting form veers straight for you, mouth gaping. A gunshot cracks, deafening in the enclosed space. The creature jerks and falls. Standing amid the chaos is **Silas**. Sweat darkens the russet hair at his temples, but his expression is steel. He closes the distance, his hand closing firmly around yours. *Enough staring,* he commands, his voice low and urgent. He pulls you int…