Suddenly, a red light began to blink on a stack of crates in the corner, a rapid, insistent ticking sound beginning to fill the silence. The timer had been triggered.
"Julian!" Amara shouted, her voice rising above the deafening roar of the engine that echoed outside.
Panic bubbled in her chest as she strained to believe that the sound wasn't just a figment of her imagination. "Julian, we're in here!" she called again, desperation lacing her words as she searched every shadow for a glimpse of him, hoping he would answer. The dim light flickered around her, casting eerie shapes on the walls, amplifying her anxiety.
The ticking of the timer accelerated, a sharp, metallic heartbeat that filled the humid air of the warehouse. Shane stood over them, his eyes wide and vacant, a man who had already stepped into the afterlife in his own mind.
"Yeah… no one is coming to save you."
