[Aldo]
We come to a stop at the start of a dirt driveway. The air is thick with dust, and the silence feels suffocating, like we’ve entered a dead zone where nothing exists beyond the headlights.
We're in the middle of nowhere, far from civilization, off of the highway and down a farming lane that seems to stretch endlessly in the dark.
We’ve been crawling along for what feels like hours, scanning every twist and turn, looking for the path that supposedly leads to this warehouse.
But all we’ve found so far are the same empty fields, the same dark expanse of nothing.
That’s on top of the barrage of messages and texts that have been sending us all over the county, with no real direction.
“This has ‘trap’ written all over it,” Luca says, his voice low and edged with concern, his eyes
