POV: Burn
The night felt darker here, like the shadows themselves were conspiring to drag us under. The cold bit into my skin as we crouched just outside the rusted factory, our breath fogging in the freezing air. Every sound was sharper—the soft scrape of boots against gravel, the distant hum of machines, the low murmur of voices coming from within. The place reeked of rust and decay, and I could feel the weight of everything pressing down on us.
I wasn’t afraid, but my heart was pounding harder than it ever had before. This wasn’t just a fight. This was war. And the prize wasn’t land or money—it was Sophie. And she was mine.
Skull was at my side, crouched low, his gun drawn as he signaled to the others. The rest of the crew had taken positions around the factory, surrounding it, cutti
