NOAH'S POV
The warehouse stood in eerie silence before us, its rusted exterior blending into the surrounding darkness. The air was thick with tension, just like the when we came that day. Every nerve in my body on high alert. Professor Rex and I had come prepared, tools in hand, ready to force our way inside if necessary.
But as professor Rex reached for the door, it swung open without resistance.
I froze.
It wasn’t locked. But it was before.
He turned to me, his amber eyes narrowing. “ something is not right.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine. They knew we were coming.
He pushed the door open, stepping in first, his movements cautious yet firm. I followed closely, my heart pounding in my chest. The inside was dark, save for the faint glow of the moon filtering through the broken win
