Years later, Jack sat quietly as Maikel recounted the terrifying story of Jocheyfer and Mark.
With every word, something inside Jack fractured – shards of memories crashing through the surface.
The ringing doorbell.
The teddy bear in the dark.
The blood staining the floor.
It wasn't just a story.
It was a memory.
Maikel's lips curled into a dark, knowing smile.
Suddenly, Jack's phone buzzed.
A message appeared:
"Hey Jack, we've been playing for years. Got something for your birthday. Send your address."
Next to the message, the image of a familiar headset – the same one from that night, the night everything changed.
Jack's gaze flickered between Maikel and his phone screen.
And then, the truth settled like a cold shadow:
Maikel was Mark.
Maikel was the killer.
And Jack – he was never just a son.
He was the new beginning.
THE END