The rain hammered the coastal watchtower like it wanted to tear the ancient structure apart.
Below, waves crashed against the black cliffs, sending tremors through the abandoned tower as thunder rolled across the coastline like a distant war drum.
Marcus sat slumped against a rusted metal desk inside the old lookout room, blood soaking through his side in slow, steady streams. Every breath scraped through his chest like broken glass.
Vernon had chosen the tower for one reason— invisibility.
Officially abandoned ten years ago by the Coastal Port Surveillance Authority, the structure existed outside the modern grid. No cameras. No biometric scanners. No network signals. Just stone, storm, and isolation.
The cliffside offered only a single winding access road, which meant nobody could re
