89. Kyle

As I was about to enter Jon's room, the tension was palpable in the air. My determination was laced with anxiety and anticipation. The time had come to end Jon's reign of terror, but first, a brief detour to a surveillance camera room would become crucial.

With Aaron and Carter at my side, we entered the room where flickering monitors revealed different corners of the building.

We watched in silence as the images unfolded in front of us. Our apartments, the way we had arrived. There was no doubt that we were dealing with a madman, someone who was sick in every sense of the word.

The visualization of Wallace's building on the monitors added another layer of complexity to the situation. Every hallway, every corner, became strategic points in the chess of this confrontation. My mind filled with frustration knowing that Jon had ceased to be someone controllable and had become someone beyond our reach.