The Meeting

Sarah stopped in front of a dilapidated warehouse, the windows boarded up and the door covered in rust. I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to stay back. But Sarah seemed to know exactly where she was going, pushing open the creaky door and slipping inside.

I followed, my eyes adjusting to the dim light within. The warehouse was empty, except for a single figure standing in the shadows.

"Sarah," the figure called out, its voice low and gravelly. "I've been waiting for you."

Sarah approached the figure, her eyes fixed on its face. I hung back, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

"Who are you?" Sarah demanded, her voice firm.

The figure stepped forward, revealing a gaunt face with sunken eyes. "My name is not important," it said. "What's important is the information I have. Information that could change everything."

Sarah's eyes narrowed. "What kind of information?"

The figure smiled, its lips curling up in a macabre grin. "The kind that could bring down empires."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. What was Sarah getting herself into? And why did I have the feeling that we were both in grave danger?