“Who is it then?” I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper, cracking under the weight of fear and confusion. He didn’t immediately answer, instead reaching for the radio on his shoulder, murmuring something indecipherable into it.

A chilling silence followed, stretching out like a chasm between us. I could hear the rain outside pattering against the windows, a sound that should have been soothing, now only adding to the surreal nightmare unfolding.