I ended the call with Serena and pocketed my phone, the weight of her words still clinging to my chest. This was it. The final stretch. If I was going to save the girl, it had to be now. I threw on my jacket, grabbed my keys, and stepped outside into the cold morning air. It had rained overnight—the streets were still damp, reflecting the overcast sky above.
Each breath I took fogged out in front of me, but my mind was locked in—focused.
I moved quickly from one location to the next, scanning each house Serena had sent.
House 1. It looked abandoned. Windows were shattered. I could heard a dog barked somewhere in the distance, but nothing felt off.
House 2. It was locked up, dead silent. I checked the meter on the side—normal power usage.
House 3. It was hardware store. Not even close.
