Juliette’s POV
The city was quiet, too quiet, as if holding its breath for something terrible to break the stillness. I could feel it in my bones—the tension that had been building for weeks, simmering like molten steel just beneath the surface, ready to burn. Ever since the figure had revealed himself, I couldn’t stop thinking about the past, about the secrets, and about the men who now loomed over my life in ways I had never anticipated.
I walked through the empty streets toward the warehouse at the edge of town, my steps echoing off the brick walls, each one a small drumbeat of fear and determination. The text had come late last night, short and cryptic:
"Everything you’ve hidden is about to surface. Come if you want answers, but be ready for the consequences."
The sender was unknow
