Tyler's pov
I sit in the dimly lit room, my eyes fixed on the figure standing in the shadows. I've been waiting for what feels like hours, my anger growing with each passing minute.
The air is thick with tension, and I can feel the weight of the darkness pressing down on me. I try to shift uncomfortably, but my body feels heavy, as if it's been rooted to the spot.
Finally, the figure steps forward, revealing a tall, imposing man with piercing eyes. He's dressed in black, and his presence seems to suck the light out of the room.
"Tyler," he says, his voice low and menacing. "We've been waiting for you."
I nod, my heart racing with anticipation. I've been waiting for this moment for what feels like an eternity.
The man gestures to a door behind him. "Come," he says.
"It's time for y
