Kian’s grip on my arm was like a vise as he pulled me along the dimly lit hallway, his men flanking us with weapons at the ready. The air crackled with tension, the group moving with a sense of purpose and unspoken dread.
“Keep moving and stay close,” Kian rumbled in a low, serious voice. “We’re getting out of this place right now.”
I nodded mutely, too frightened to do anything but obey. The narrow corridor felt claustrophobic, the shadows pressing in as we hustled towards our unknown destination. The only sounds were the heavy footfalls of Kian’s men and the faint whir of the security cameras tracking our frantic retreat.
Finally, we burst through a heavy metal door and into a cavernous parking garage, its dim lighting casting ominous shadows across the rows of parked vehicles. A pair
