The car rolled to a stop in front of a one-floor building, its weathered exterior illuminated by a single, flickering yellow bulb. The place looked ancient, forgotten by time. Hazel stepped out of the car, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The surrounding area was eerily quiet, isolated, and it became clear this was no ordinary place. The restricted nature of the surroundings hinted that this was likely Francisco's private land, far from prying eyes.

Her heart thumped loudly in her ...