**Chapter 10: The Watcher's Trail**

The security guard's blank stare sent a shiver down my spine. I exchanged a worried glance with Dr. Lee, and we quickly steered Tokyo away from him, not wanting to alert... whoever was controlling him. The nurse trailed behind us, her eyes fixed on the guard's motionless form. As we hastened down the corridor, I noticed that the hospital's fluorescent lights seemed to flicker in sync with my racing heart. The air felt thick with an ominous presence, as if we were being herded toward some unknown fate. I pushed the thought aside and focused on getting Tokyo to safety. We turned another corner, and a sign reading "Emergency Exit" came into view. I quickened my pace, my eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. Dr. Lee and the nurse followed closely behind, their faces set with determination. Just as we reached the exit door, it swung open, and a figure clad in a hospital janitor's uniform stepped into our path. His eyes, however, were not those of a harmless custodian. They gleamed with an unnerving intensity, and I sensed that he was another one of the watcher's pawns. The janitor's gaze locked onto Tokyo, and he took a step closer. I instinctively positioned myself between him and Tokyo, my heart pounding in my chest. Dr. Lee and the nurse moved to flank me, their faces set with a mix of fear and defiance. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. The janitor's lips curled into a faint smile. "I'm just a messenger," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "They want you to know that you're not getting away." Suddenly, the janitor's eyes flickered, and he stumbled backward, as if an invisible force had yanked him off balance. The nurse rushed forward, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked. The janitor's gaze cleared, and he looked around, confused. "What... what happened?" he stammered. I took advantage of the distraction to grab Tokyo's bed and make a run for the exit door. Dr. Lee and the nurse followed close behind, with the janitor stumbling after us, still looking bewildered. As we burst through the emergency exit, the cool night air hit us like a slap in the face. I glanced around, taking in the deserted hospital parking lot. The only sound was the distant hum of a generator and the soft beeping of a car alarm. But I knew we weren't safe yet. The watcher was still out there, pulling the strings. And I had a feeling that our next move would be the one that would determine Tokyo's fate – and our own.