The moment Isabella Vicks and Damien Hayes stepped inside the building, the air changed.
It wasn’t just the silence.
It wasn’t just the dim lighting or the echo of their footsteps against polished concrete floors.
It was the feeling.
That unmistakable awareness—
They were expected.
The door behind them shut automatically.
A soft click.
Too soft.
Too controlled.
Isabella’s breath slowed deliberately as her eyes adjusted to the interior. The space was vast, minimal, and unsettlingly clean. No dust. No clutter. No signs of abandonment.
This wasn’t a hideout.
It was a designed space.
“They want us to see this,” she whispered.
Damien nodded slightly, his gaze scanning every corner, every angle, every possible threat point.
“They’ve been preparing for this moment.”
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