The fog clung to Feriha's skin like ice as she and Ravihan approached the looming structure of Warehouse 9. The building's skeletal frame loomed like a giant specter, windows shattered, steel beams twisted, and the faint smell of oil and decay hanging in the air. 🌫
Ravihan motioned for her to stay low. "We go in slow. Every step matters. Selene's traps aren't just physical;they're psychological. She wants us scared, confused, hesitant."
Feriha nodded, her hand gripping the survivor's tightly. The child huddled close to her, eyes wide, clutching the blue ribbon Feriha had found earlier at the warehouse.🏚
The main door creaked under Ravihan's touch, protesting their entry. Inside, shadows stretched across the floor, jagged and long, like twisted fingers reaching for them.
A faint humming filled the warehouse,a sound like machinery mixed with a low, deliberate rhythm. Feriha's chest tightened.
"Stay close," Ravihan whispered. 🔉
They moved between the stacks of crates, each step careful, calculated. Then, a faint glint caught Feriha's eye;a thin wire stretched across the floor, almost invisible in the dim light. 💡
"Tripwire," she breathed, pointing it out.
Ravihan nodded. "Selene isn't here yet, but she's prepared. She wants us to fail before we even reach her."
Feriha carefully guided the survivor around the trap. The wire shimmered faintly under the light of the swinging lamp above. Every second felt like an eternity.
Suddenly, a mechanical click echoed. A series of metal plates rose from the floor ahead, forming a maze of spikes;an old-school trap, yet deadly. 🌃
"Move quickly but carefully," Ravihan muttered, leading them through the narrow gaps. Every step was measured; one mistake, and it would be fatal.
As they navigated the trap, a voice floated from the shadows:
"Bravo. You're quicker than I expected."
Feriha's blood ran cold. Selene stepped from the shadows, her silver coat glinting under the faint light. She held a remote device in her hand, controlling the mechanical traps.
"Selene…" Feriha whispered, her fear mingling with anger. 😐
Selene smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "I warned you, Detective Sen. This isn't just about your sister. It's about testing you. Seeing if you have the resolve to reach the truth. Let's see how far you'll go."
Ravihan raised his gun. "Stop. You're not winning this tonight." 🔫
Selene tilted her head. "Winning? No, detective. Tonight isn't about winning. It's about watching the little girl remember;and seeing the lengths she'll go to protect what she loves." 🎶
Feriha tightened her grip on the survivor's hand. Every fiber of her being screamed to act, but she remembered Ravihan's words: one wrong move, and Selene wins.
With steady breaths, she whispered to the survivor, "Stay close. We're almost there."
And in that moment, Feriha knew: every trap, every shadow, every test Selene had set up was just a prelude. The real confrontation;the one that would decide her sister's fate;was still ahead. 🙃
The warehouse seemed to hold its breath.
And so did Feriha. 😬