The car carrying journalist Susan and investigator Mohamed pulled up to the gate of the towering building. Night had already swallowed the street, leaving only a stifling silence broken only by the dull hum of the engine.
They stepped out with hesitant steps, exchanging a brief, uneasy glance before making their way to the entrance. The air felt heavy, as if the building's walls themselves concealed secrets, pressing down on anyone who dared enter.
Mohamed pushed open the iron gate, and together they stepped into the dimly lit lobby. Their footsteps echoed through the hollow space, watched by unseen eyes lurking in the shadows.
They moved directly toward the elevator. Mohamed reached for the button and pressed it; the small red light flickered to life, glowing faintly like a heartbeat i
