Dancing with the Fireflies
Just as Ortiz, Jervyn, and Aiven reached the heart of the hideout, they heard a chilling sound that sent shivers down their spines—a muffled cry for help echoing through the corridors. Their hearts pounding with renewed urgency, the trio exchanged alarmed glances, their instincts screaming at them to move quickly. Pushing forward, they followed the sound, their steps quickening as they approached a closed door at the end of the hallway. "Help! Please, someone help me!" Blue's pleas echoed off the walls, each word carrying the weight of her terror. Ortiz's hand tightened around the handle, his knuckles white with tension as he prepared to push it open. But before he could make a move, the door swung open with a creak, revealing a scene that made their blood run cold. As Ortiz, Jervyn, an
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