I reached for the camera from the bottom drawer, my fingers feeling cold as I gripped it tightly. For a moment, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid beating of my heart. With heavy steps, I left the warmth of the building behind me, walking toward the exit door.
Down there, by the dimly lit street, a black van was waiting. Its headlights were off, but I could feel the invisible gaze watching every movement I made. The night air felt colder, piercing my skin like tiny needles.
I quickened my pace, the camera clutched tightly against my chest, as if it could serve as a shield between me and the danger that might be lurking.
When I finally stepped up next to the van, I tapped on the window. Hoping they'd come out.
“Get out!”
The van remained still, no sign of the window rolling
