Under a moon smothered by clouds, three jeeps sliced through the darkness, their engines growling low as they descended a remote, unlit road. The world around them was nothing but silhouettes and stillness, abandoned fields, crooked fence posts, and the distant whisper of wind scraping through dead grass.
At the far end of the road loomed an old warehouse, half-collapsed and seemed to have been long forgotten, except for those who needed a place where screams would go unheard.
Sean rode in the lead jeep, his expression set in a perpetual scowl. The dim glow of the dashboard only sharpened the tension in his features.
He couldn't believe it. It had only been a few days, just a few days—since he had taken a short absence. He didn't think it was a big deal; it was just keeping an eye on a gambling addict at some high-end gambling arena that was already known for its tight security. So, what could have happened?
