(Lena’s POV)

The siren wasn’t deafening, but it was steady, an endless pulse vibrating through the concrete walls. A sound designed not to panic, but to corner. The kind of sound that told you there was no way out.

“Run,” Damian said again, already moving toward the stairwell door.

I followed without thinking, the echo of our footsteps merging with the rhythmic hum of the alarm. The corridor stretched behind us like a narrowing throat, each emergency light flickering as if struggling ...