The silence inside the warehouse was not empty.
It was watching.
Waiting.
Breathing.
Sebastian stepped in slowly.
Each step careful.
Each movement controlled.
Dust shifted under his shoes. Broken glass crunched faintly. The air smelled old… but something else lingered beneath it.
Danger.
His eyes moved.
Left.
Right.
Up.
Every corner scanned. Every shadow questioned.
Too quiet.
That was the problem.
Then—
A figure stepped forward.
No more hiding.
No more shadows.
Dorian.
Dressed in black.
Gun in hand.
Standing like he had been waiting all along.
For a second—
The world narrowed.
Two men.
Same war.
Same ending coming.
Only one would walk out.
"You came," Dorian said calmly.
Sebastian didn't answer immediately.
His gaze swept the building again.
Looking for movement.
Looking for traps.
"You called," he replied finally.
Dorian smiled.
Small.
Cold.
"And you still brought backup."
