Into the Lion’s Den

Moonlight spilled over the crumbling factory, casting long, jagged shadows that swallowed every step Kaela and her team took. The air was thick with dust and the smell of rust, every creak of metal echoing like a warning.

Kaela's heart pounded as they slipped through shattered windows and broken doors, eyes sharp for any sign of movement. The weight of betrayal pressed down on her, heavier than the night itself.

"Stay close," she whispered, voice barely audible.

Ava scanned the darkness, fingers tight on her weapon. "I don't like this. It's too quiet."

Suddenly, a faint rustling from the upper level.

Kaela signaled, and the team moved in sync, breath held, every muscle tense.

As they ascended the broken stairs, the truth awaited — and with it, the fate of everything they fought for.