Sarah's Pov
The night swallowed Sarah whole. Every desperate breath burned in her lungs.
Her choice felt like a physical weight, chaining her to the cracked earth beneath her bare feet. This wasn't just walking; it was a surrender.
The humid air, thick with the pervasive stench of gasoline, stale sweat, and old sins, seemed to cling to her skin. It was a perfect path to hell, and she walked it willingly.
She knew the place. The Viper's Den. A Vulture dive on the city's outskirts, where the streetlights died and laws followed suit. The neon sign above the entrance hung crooked, its few remaining tubes flickering erratically. It dared not stay lit too long, too afraid to truly reveal the depravity within.
This was where she’d heard Caleb’s men congregate, a lair for the very monsters s
