The car's engine rumbled softly as it cut through the eerie silence of the night. The headlights carved a narrow path through the abandoned roads, the darkness pressing in like an oppressive weight. Yunfeng's hands trembled slightly as he clutched his phone, his thumb scrolling feverishly.
After Hana's last message, there had been nothing. No response. No calls going through. Just silence.
"I can't get in touch with her," Yunfeng muttered, his voice strained with rising panic.
Jai, who was gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly, shot him a glance. "Stop overthinking. Her phone probably just died." His voice was calm, but the slight twitch in his jaw betrayed his own unease. "She said they were heading to the warehouse, right? If we keep going, we can get there in four hours."
Four hours. Four hours felt like a lifetime.