The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era [BL] - Chapter 792 - 792: [THE SHADOW WITHIN] (I)

ASTRID, Rhett, and Director McCann walked through the theater doors and into the main hall. The lights inside were still on, and every seat was filled with people who had managed to get tickets for this first screening. The moment the audience spotted them, the room erupted in excited screams and applause.

Astrid smiled wide and lifted a hand to wave at the crowd. He moved down the aisle with an easy stride, acknowledging the people who called out his name. Rhett walked beside him, waving as well, looking more relaxed than he had on the carpet. Director McCann followed close behind, raising a hand in a small, slightly awkward wave.

They made their way toward the front rows where the rest of the cast was already seated. A few actors turned to greet them as they approached. Astrid nodded and smiled at familiar faces before finding his seat. Director McCann took the seat right next to him, and Rhett settled into the seat on the director’s other side.

As soon as they were settled in their seats, the lights in the theater dimmed. The large virtual screen that curved around the front of the room slowly brightened to life. For this premiere, they had chosen not to use individual VR helmets. Instead, everyone would watch together on the main screen. That way, the entire audience could experience the film at the same time and hear each other’s reactions. It made the event feel more connected, more like a shared experience rather than people isolated in their own private viewings.

Astrid had been the one to suggest using the 5D format for this premiere. He remembered how well it had worked for Serendipitous Summer. That event had also chosen the 5D version, and the audience response had been strong. The immersive effects added another layer to the viewing experience, making the reactions around him feel more immediate. He wanted the same energy for this film.

A few final announcements played across the screen reminding everyone to turn off their devices. Then the IndieFlix logo appeared, followed by the production company credits. The last of them faded to black. The theater went completely dark for a moment. Then the movie finally began.

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A narrow alley cut between two crumbling apartment blocks in Greyhaven. Trash bags had spilled open onto the wet pavement, their contents scattered across the cracked concrete. A broken streetlamp at the far end flickered weakly, buzzing with an uneven rhythm. Somewhere in the distance, machinery from an old factory hummed constantly, a sound the residents had long stopped noticing.

Miranda Kessler ran through the alley as fast as her legs could carry her. Her shoes slapped hard against the concrete with every stride. She nearly slipped but managed to catch herself. Her breath came in painful bursts that caught in her throat and threatened to choke her. She kept looking over her shoulder, her head whipping back every few seconds.

“There’s no one there,” she muttered to herself, her voice low and shaking. “There’s no one there. I’m not crazy. I’m not.”

She pressed a hand to her temple as if she could physically hold her thoughts still and force them to make sense. Her fingers dug into her skin hard enough to leave marks.

She glanced back again.

The alley stretched empty behind her, nothing but shadows and garbage and the weak pulse of the dying streetlamp.

But she swore she heard it.

Footsteps.

Not her own. Not an echo bouncing off the walls. Another set of footsteps, heavier than hers, following her at a steady pace.

They were closer now.

Her heart pounded so loud she felt it in her throat, in her ears, behind her eyes. She raised her wrist and tried to activate her Terminal, but her fingers were shaking too hard to hit the right spot. The screen flickered once and went dark. She tried again, stabbing at the activation area, but her hand wouldn’t stop trembling. The emergency call icon appeared for a moment before her thumb slipped and the screen shut off.

Call the police. Just press it. Just tap the screen, she told herself repeatedly.

But her hand trembled too much. Her breathing turned ragged and uneven, almost frantic.

“They’ll say it’s in my head,” she whispered to herself, her voice cracking. “They’ll say it’s the delusion again. They’ll put me back on the medication. They’ll lock me up.”

A metal trash can crashed somewhere behind her, the sound echoing loudly off the narrow walls. She spun around so fast she nearly lost her balance. There was nothing there. Just darkness and piles of garbage bags stacked against the walls.

Then she heard it.

A single footstep sounded behind her, clear and heavy.

She froze completely, her whole body going still. Her heart hammered so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest. Slowly, she turned her head.

At first she saw nothing but black, the darkness at the mouth of the alley too thick to penetrate. Then the flickering streetlamp sparked, just for a second.

In that brief flash, she saw it.

A tall shape stood at the entrance of the alley. Its face remained hidden in shadow, but the outline was unmistakably human. The light flickered again, and she caught the faint gleam of something in its hand. Long and metallic, reflecting the weak glow with a dull shine.

The figure tilted its head slightly, almost like it was studying her.

It knew she couldn’t escape. It had known all along.

Miranda’s breathing turned into small, broken sounds that escaped her throat without her permission. “I’m not crazy,” she said again, louder this time, her voice rising with desperation. “You’re real. You’re real! I’m not imagining you!”

The shadow took a step forward, the sound of boots grinding against gravel. It took another step, moving even closer.

She backed away until her shoulders slammed against the cold, damp wall. There was nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide. The alley ended here, a dead end with nothing but wall and shadows and the figure moving toward her.

The streetlamp flickered one last time. For a split second, the light caught the lower half of the figure’s face. The expression was calm and focused, almost curious, like a scientist observing a specimen.

Then the shadow moved fast, faster than she could track.

A sharp pain tore through her abdomen. She gasped, the air punched out of her lungs in a single violent rush. She looked down and saw dark liquid spreading rapidly across her coat, soaking through the fabric. The metallic object twisted inside her, sending fresh waves of agony through her body.

She tried to scream but the sound that came out was broken, barely human.

The blade ripped free and struck again, sinking deep into her chest. And again. Each thrust precise, methodical, almost clinical.

Her final scream tore through the alley, raw and desperate, echoing against the brick walls and rising above the distant hum of the factory.

Then it cut off abruptly.

The streetlamp went dark and silence settled over the alley.

Only one sound remained. The faint drag of something heavy being pulled across concrete, slowly disappearing into the night.