“Come forward,” a distorted male voice suddenly booms through the hall.

Although I’m still skeptical about this choice, I follow Zeath anyway as he makes his way forward, stepping completely into the warehouse.

The door suddenly slide shut behind us and I shiver. Zeath felt that and softly presses my hand as an assurance.

“Keep going forward,” the voice says again when we stop. So, we obey. “Faster.”

We still keep moving. And I don’t know where the hell the person behind the ...