The warehouse fell into darkness, absorbing the dim illumination of the timer. Grace's breath caught, and her pulse raced as she grasped Lucas' arm. Henry's mocking chuckle resonated over the black expanse, a chilling song of dominance.
“Grace,” Lucas whispered, his hand brushing hers in the dark. “Stay calm. We’ll get out of this.”
“Out?” Henry’s voice rang out, taunting and cold. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere.”
The hum of the timer pierced the silence. Grace felt the weight of every passing second, the inevitability of the countdown suffocating her.
"What are you playing at, Henry?" Lucas' voice was calm, but the sharpness in his voice indicated his anxiety. "Exploding this place won’t solve your problems"
“You think so?” Henry’s voice moved, drifting through the darkness. “I have
