The warehouse was dark, damp, and smelled of rust and old oil. The faint hum of a generator in the distance was the only sound cutting through the eerie silence.

A single flickering bulb cast harsh shadows against the stained concrete walls, making the place look even more sinister than it already was.

Thomas Winters stepped inside, his shoes echoing against the floor as he moved toward the center of the room.

His eyes were cold, filled with an unrelenting fury that burned deep inside him. ...