**A Glimpse of Darkness**

As they pulled back from their kiss, Sophia's eyes locked onto the line cook's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the warmth of their lips still lingering. But then, without warning, their eyes glazed over, and they were both consumed by a vision that made their blood run cold. In their shared hallucination, they saw themselves hanging upside down, their bodies suspended in mid-air by thick ropes tied around their wrists. The line cook's eyes widened in horror as she took in the scene, her gaze drifting down to the basins positioned below them. The metal surfaces gleamed in the dim light, and she felt a wave of revulsion wash over her as she realized what was about to happen. Sophia's hand tightened around hers, and the line cook knew that she was seeing the same thing. Their throats were going to be sliced, meticulously and with precision, their chests and racks still exposed to the cruel gaze of their tormentors. The line cook's mind recoiled in terror as she watched herself and Sophia hanging there, helpless and dying. The vision was so vivid, so real, that the line cook could feel the cold metal beneath her, the rough rope digging into her skin, and the sound of her own ragged breathing echoing in her ears. She saw their blood spill onto the basins, pooling in a dark, viscous liquid that seemed to grow larger and more menacing by the second. Their throats were going to be sliced open, and they would be forced to watch as their own lives ebbed away. The line cook's heart was racing, her pulse pounding in her temples, as she struggled to shake off the vision. But it was too late; the image was seared into her brain, a grim reminder of the fate that might await them. As the vision faded, the line cook found herself back in the storage room, gasping for air as if she had been underwater for too long. Sophia's eyes were wide with fear, and she stumbled backwards, her hand still clasped in the line cook's. "What was that?" Sophia whispered, her voice trembling. The line cook shook her head, still trying to process what they had seen. "I don't know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think it's a warning. A warning of what's to come if we don't get out of here." Sophia's grip on her hand tightened. "We have to get out of here," she repeated, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape route. The line cook nodded, her mind racing with the implications of their vision. They had to escape, and they had to do it now. But as they turned to make their move, they heard the sound of footsteps, heavy and deliberate, coming from the other side of the storage room door. Their tormentors were closing in, and they knew they had to be ready.