Water dripping. Lights dying. Every step heavier than the last.
Finally, they stopped at a rusted metal door.
The boy whispered:
“She’s inside…”
The man pushed it open.
Inside—rows of hidden beds… children everywhere… alive… but trapped.
And then he saw her.
His daughter.
Older… thinner… but alive.
She looked up.
Time stopped.
“Dad…?” she whispered.
He ran toward her—but froze when he saw something behind her.
A man in a black coat.
Smiling.
“I told you… she wasn’t alone.”
CUT TO BLACK
