Abandoned Facility – Somewhere Underground
The sack came off with a rough tug. Cold air hit her face. Bright light followed.
Luna Rae blinked fast, breath shallow. Her vision adjusted to the concrete room—gray, empty, cruel. No windows. One steel door. Four cameras in the corners. A long fluorescent light buzzed above like it was mocking her.
Across from her sat Calen Rooks.
Gray coat. Gloves off. Smile wide.
"Hello, Miss Luna," he said, dragging a chair in front of her. The metal legs scraped hard against the floor. "I see you're in cohort with the supernatural. More precisely… Lucifer Origin."
He sat slowly.
"And I want to know how to get into his little circle. And you…" He leaned forward. "You're the only one who can help me."
Luna didn't answer. Her eyes flicked around the room, trying to place where she was—nothing familiar. She was tied at the wrists. Ankles too. Her voice stayed calm, but sharp.
"You're making a mistake."
Calen raised an eyebrow.
