You pulled your coat tighter, the weight of textbooks digging into your shoulder. Two more blocks. That was all.

A black SUV rolled to a stop beside you—slow, deliberate. Not a coincidence.

Strong hands grabbed you before your brain caught up. One over your mouth, another around your waist, dragging you into darkness.

The door slammed shut.

Everything went black.

When you opened your eyes, the air was cold and stale. Concrete floor. Dim, buzzing lights overhead. And the sound of breathing—shallow, panicked, nervous.

You weren't alone.

No one knew why they were here. And no one had any answers.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Time blurred in the stale air.

Then—metallic. Heavy. The sound of locks turning.

The metal doors at the far end of the warehouse creaked open.

Men in black suits filed in first, eyes scanning the room like hunting dogs. They took positions along the walls, silent.

And then, the space between them parted.

He walked in like he owned the silence itself.