Areeba rushed to Rehan's house, her breath uneven.
She needed answers.
Rehan opened the door, frowning. "What's wrong?"
She didn't hesitate. "It's not over."
His expression darkened. "You saw something, didn't you?"
She nodded. "The Smiling Man… or something else. I don't know. But it's watching me."
Rehan clenched his jaw. He had spent the last few days trying to convince himself that it was over—that the horror was behind them. But deep down, he knew Areeba was right.
Something still lurked in the shadows.
"Then we finish this," he said firmly.
Areeba met his gaze. "For good this time."
The town had fallen, but the curse had evolved.
Now, they weren't running anymore.
This time, they were hunting it.
Areeba reached into her bag and pulled out the old black notebook she had taken from the ruined town. The pages were covered in symbols, whispers of an unfinished ritual.
A hidden message.
Maybe they had burned the wrong thing.
Maybe the real horror hadn't been in the town—but in themselves.
As Rehan flipped through the pages, his face paled.
The last line was written in fresh ink.
"It never ends."
Areeba tightened her grip on the book.
Then we make it end.
The darkness had fed for too long.
Now, it was their turn to fight back.
For the missing girls. For the truth. For themselves.
The past had haunted them long enough.
Now, they were going to haunt it back.
And this time, they wouldn't lose.