Zayn’s POV
The abandoned warehouse loomed before me, swallowed in silence—too much silence. My chest tightened as I drew in a long breath, the stale air tasting of rust and dust. Every step I took echoed against the cracked concrete, a hollow reminder that I shouldn’t be here.
This is a bad idea, I thought, but there was no turning back now.
“Hello!” My voice rang out, bouncing off the rusted beams and broken walls, only to return to me like a cruel joke. No answer.
“Hello?” I tried again, louder this time, but the emptiness answered with nothing but echoes.
A chill slithered down my spine. None of this made sense. My gut screamed for me to leave. I pivoted, ready to turn back, when—
Figures. Masked. Standing in the shadows.
I barely had time to inhale before something struck the ba
