Chapter 2: Building Tension
I stepped into the restroom, the sound of the door slamming shut behind us echoing through the neon-lit labyrinth. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows on the graffiti-covered walls and the rows of mirrored stall doors that reflected the chaotic dance of colors from the costumes outside. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the lingering perfume of a hundred different bodies.
Yvi's breath hitched as she took in the scene, her eyes darting from one end of the room to the other, as if expecting to find someone else hidden in the shadows.