Chapter 136

• JASON
• I stepped inside the warehouse, following Antonio and the couple down the narrow hallway. It’s dark, with only a little light filtering in through the high windows, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air is musty and filled with the smell of old machinery and metal, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned building.
• The wife whispered, barely audible over the creaking of the floorboards beneath us, “These places haven’t been touched in years.”