Black Rose – The Descent Into the Unknown

Chloe grabbed Justin's hand as soon as they stepped out of the Lambo, her fingers lacing through his with a sort of quiet possession. And Justin? He didn't object. Didn't pull away. Just let her lead him like she owned him, which—considering the last twenty minutes—wasn't exactly an exaggeration.

The entrance they took wasn't flashy. No grand doors, no red carpets.

Just a sleek, minimalistic hallway leading to an elevator tucked behind a velvet rope. No buttons outside, no call panel—just a tiny scanner that lit up the moment Chloe pressed her thumb against it.

A soft chime sounded. The doors slid open silently, revealing an interior straight out of a futuristic sci-fi movie. The walls were obsidian black, illuminated with thin blue light strips that ran along the seams like veins of energy. A touchpad replaced the traditional button panel, displaying only three options: B1, B2, B3.

Chloe pressed B3.

Instead of going up, the elevator sank.