MIDNIGHT IS TERRIFYING

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You’re a small-time criminal, robbing a warehouse—one last job and you’re done with this life. It was supposed to be easy: get in, grab the goods, get out. But if something feels too good to be true… you already know how that ends.

A purple haze begins to spread through the room from the entrance. One of your partners collapses to the ground. Another gets dragged into the smoke by a whip coiling around his neck—you can only hear his screams.

When the third one goes down, you realize you need to stop breathing the smoke. You have to get out—fast. The haze fills the room.

You hear footsteps echoing: clap, clap, steady and clear.

Crack! A whip lashes across you, knocking the air out of your lungs—you just lost precious seconds. Your body weakens, your vision blurs. You start running—

Crack! The whip coils around your ankle. You hit the ground hard.

You can’t keep going.

Clap… clap… clap… more footsteps…

You can’t even lift your head anymore.

The last thing you see… is a pair of black heels.