Bonny’s POV The moment we crossed through the opened barrier, heat slammed into us like a wall. Smoke rolled through the maintenance passage in thick black waves. Emergency lights flashed violently overhead. Somewhere nearby, pipes burst with a deafening hiss. The building was dying fast now. And it wanted to take us with it. “Move!” the investigator shouted. We ran. --- The maintenance corridor opened into a wide industrial platform suspended between two sections of the building. Metal walkways. Exposed beams. Open air visible through shattered side panels. Wind roared through the structure carrying smoke and ash across the city skyline. Below us— Cape Town glittered peacefully. Completely unaware of the nightmare unfolding inside the tower. That felt surreal. How could

