CHLOE POV

The hallway goes black.

Not dim.

Not flickering.

Black.

Like someone grabbed the building’s throat and clenched.

The air shifts instantly — pressure, tension, electricity scraping across my skin. The emergency lights should activate, but they don’t. Nothing does. The entire floor is dead.

That wasn’t an outage.

That was a command.

A deliberate, surgical kill-switch.

And Danny is up there in the dark.

“Shit—” I whisper, gripping the wall to steady myself as the ...