Lena
“KANE!”
The scream tore through the corridor.
Real.
Painful.
And unmistakably Mason.
Every part of me froze.
Then moved at once.
“Mason!”
I ran toward the left corridor.
This time—
Kane didn’t stop me.
He moved with me.
Fast.
The red emergency lights painted everything crimson while our footsteps echoed through narrow concrete tunnels.
Cold air cut through my lungs.
Behind us, Ethan and Zara struggled to keep up.
The corridor twisted sharply.
Old pipes lined the ceiling.
Water dripped steadily.
And somewhere ahead—
Metal rattled.
Another cry echoed.
We were close.
We had to be.
“Kane—”
“I hear him.”
His voice sounded hard.
Focused.
But something else sat underneath it.
Tension.
No.
Fear.
And that scared me more than the corridor.
We turned another cor
