Justin keeps his distance…

The rest of the party, however, progresses without incident. Justin’s keeping his distance for some reason, and you’re not about to look a gift horse in the mouth; you even get to dance with Emma for a few songs right in front of him, and have the satisfaction of looking up when the music ends to see his eyes burning into the back of her head.

Jealousy’s a bitch, you think happily. You had your shot, asshole.

Emma’s flushed when the dance ends, but she looks much more relaxed. ‘I’m just going to get a refill,’ she announces, before disappearing into the crowd.

You lean against a barstool, content to stand and get your breath back, and you’re just wiping the sweat off your brow when –

When your lungs freeze up and your muscles tense, on sudden red alert.

It’s that Korean guy.

The same guy who attacked you in the street. Casually standing not ten feet away, a plastic cup in his hand. As you watch in disbelief, he tosses the cup into the trash and walks away, and you notice the strangeness of what he’s wearing.

A black sweater, over what looks like a dark jumpsuit and a beanie. No, not a beanie, you realise – that’s a ski mask, stuffed into his hood.

And he’s getting away.

You hesitate for a moment, torn with indecision – the smart thing to do would be to call the cops, but this guy’s already on his way out. By the time anyone arrives, he’ll be long gone, vanished into the night.

You want to tell Emma where you’re going, but she’s disappeared – and judging by the crowd, she might be gone for a while. And…

And you can’t just let this guy go, not with a thousand questions spinning through your mind.

Because this doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t add up right.

Why is he here, now, on the island? Why did he attack you in the first place? Where the hell is he going, and what does this all have to do with Justin?

Because there’s no way, you think angrily, that this is a coincidence. No fucking way.