Chapter 160
- The warehouse was dark, damp, and smelled of rust and old oil. The faint hum of a generator in the distance was the only sound cutting through the eerie silence.
- A single flickering bulb cast harsh shadows against the stained concrete walls, making the place look even more sinister than it already was.
- Thomas Winters stepped inside, his shoes echoing against the floor as he moved toward the center of the room.