Breaking In

The abandoned factory was a building that local kids avoided, as they considered it haunted. It stood like a monster shadow against the night sky. Its walls were cracked and stained with rust, and the broken windows gaped like dark, hollow eyes.

The air outside was damp, carrying the faint stench of rot and old oil. Victor strode toward the main entrance, his heavy boots crunching on the gravel path.

‘Hope the girl follows my instructions,’ he thought. ‘If not, she might end up dead. After all, regardless of her training and tech, she is a teenager.’

The rusted but reinforced gates blocked Victor’s way. They were locked shut. Victor barely made an effort with a kick against it. With a bang, it creaked and shattered from its hinges, landing loudly on the floor inside.

The factory’s main hall opened up—a vast, dim space where flickering lights buzzed weakly overhead. Calling it a haunted location wasn’t so far from the truth.