The air here was heavy, thick with the weight of things that didn’t belong.
I could feel it pressing down on my skin, humming through my bones—a silent scream buried in the fabric of reality. Kane and I moved cautiously through the remnants of what had once been someone’s last stand. The place had the same eerie stillness as the hideout before, but worse. This wasn’t just abandoned.
It was frozen.
A street half-formed, cutting off into an expanse of nothing. A doorway leading to nowhere, hanging in the air like it had been sliced from existence mid-thought. Cars, chairs, even the dust in the air—stuck in a single moment, refusing to move.
Like time had decided to give up.
Kane ran a hand over a rusted terminal embedded in the wall, her fingers pressing against dead keys. "Whoever they
