the reveal 2? (check desc for context)

The dim hum of the abandoned station is broken only by the faint scrape of Harley’s boots against the cracked floor. His hands tremble, knuckles white around the handle of a white chainsaw that hums with a life of its own. His eyes are wide—far too wide—and the last traces of reason flicker and die behind them. Scott’s sacrifice still gnaws at his mind, twisting grief into a sharp, biting madness.

From the shadows, the Black Imposter steps forward—knife dripping, visor glinting with a single, burning red spark. His presence is silent, yet heavy, like a storm pressing against the walls. Harley’s breathing grows ragged, the air thick with the tension between predator and prey—though who is which remains unclear.

Meanwhile, in a far corner of the station, Paul reclines in a worn leather chair, flipping casually through the pages of a dusty book. A faint smirk curves his lips—he doesn’t need to see the chaos unfold to know it’s going exactly as he planned. Breaking Harley’s mind was easy… now, watching it unravel is entertainment.

Somewhere between the chainsaw’s roar and the faint, steady drip of blood from the Imposter’s blade, the fragile line between sanity and complete destruction snaps. And the hunt begins.