The rabbit led her through the back of the house without another word.
Raina followed reluctantly, every muscle in her body taut with tension. The kitchen they entered looked ordinary enough at first glance. Faded wallpaper peeled from the corners of the walls, old wooden cabinets sagged beneath years of use, and a stack of unwashed dishes sat abandoned beside the sink. Yet somehow the normality of it all made the situation even more unsettling.
Nothing about this felt normal.
Nothing about it made sense.
The man wearing the rabbit mask moved through the room with complete confidence, as though he belonged here. As though this entire encounter had unfolded exactly the way he intended.
He pushed open the back door.
Cold evening air rushed inside.
Raina stepped outside and immediately spotted Frank and his men across the street.
The confrontation appeared to be over.
