Mia’s POV
The heavy iron doors swung inward with a low, echoing groan, revealing a cavernous amphitheater that looked like a terrifying cross between an underground cathedral and a high-end private club.
Torches flickered along the dark granite walls, casting long, dancing shadows over rows of raised stone tiers. Seated in those tiers were roughly two dozen men, all wearing immaculate dark suits, their faces obscured by polished silver masks. The ambient hum of their voices cut off the second we stepped over the threshold.
An eerie, suffocating silence descended over the hall.
My chest tightened as a wave of absolute bewilderment hit me. My mind reeled, trying to process the surreal nightmare unfolding around me. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t just some high-society crime syndicate or
