The landscape around us growing more desolate with each passing time. I thought there was no sign of any building or structure here, but I was wrong. My brother and cousin led me toward an old, abandoned building that loomed in the distance like a ghost from the past. The windows were shattered, and the walls were covered in graffiti, a testament to years of neglect and decay.
I had no idea where this place was, but one thing was certain—I was doomed. My dad was probably waiting for me to come back with the meat for our barbecue, and the thought of him worrying about me made tears well up in my eyes. My brother noticed and laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that sent chills down my spine.
"Look at you, crying like a baby," he sneered. "Pathetic."
They dragged me inside the building, the ai
