Elena's POV
So this is how it ends.
Not with a scream. Not with a fight.
Just silence.
And a gun.
I thought about everything.
The betrayal. The scar. The fall.
And somehow, the rise after it.
I thought about Sebastian, bleeding out in front of me.
About Callum, always showing up even when I pushed him away.
Julian—fierce and flawed, pulling me back when I wanted to disappear.
I thought about the girl I used to be.
And how far I'd run from her.
And how close I'd gotten to being whole again.
I thought—
This is how I die.
He didn't say a word. Just stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
I stared at the mask.
He raised the gun—steady, practiced.
I stood slowly, every part of me tight, cold.
He motioned with the barrel. No noise. Just the direction.
Out.
My heels clicked against the tile. Too loud. Too calm.
The hallway was empty. Everyone gone. Just me. Just him.
The air outside hit hard. He was behind me. Close.
I turned.
Mistake.
