Elena's POV
I got to the location.
Quiet. Empty. Almost too calm.
It was an old warehouse. Rusted gates. Broken windows. The kind of place stories end—badly. I parked where Julian told me to, heart hammering.
My palms were sweating against the wheel. I checked the rearview mirror. No sign of the cops yet. No sign of Julian either.
I got out anyway.
Each step felt like a mistake.
But I kept going. I had to.
The wind howled through cracks in the building. Something clanged in the distance—metal on metal. I stopped. Listened. Nothing.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
A message.
"Don't try anything stupid."
No number. Just those five words.
I swallowed hard and pushed the door open.
The air was colder inside. Damp. It smelled like mold and rust.
Chills ran down my spine.
Because I wasn't alone.
A figure stepped out from behind a pillar. Hoodie. Mask. Silent.
No name. No identity. Just eyes watching me.
