Thomas arrived at the old warehouse by the docks just past midnight, the air thick with the scent of salt and rust. The building loomed before him, dark and silent, shadows stretching across broken windows. His heart hammered in his chest, every instinct screaming that this could be a trap. But he had no choice; the threats had become too real to ignore.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, and approached cautiously. The place was deserted except for the faint glow of a flashlight flickering in the distance. As he moved closer, he saw the figure emerge from the shadows—a tall man clad in dark clothing, his face obscured by a jacket hood.
The man’s voice cut through the silence. “You’re late,” he said, voice low and rough. “But I expected no less.”
Thomas hesitated, then n
