8
Vincent Pov
The warehouse was silent, save for the occasional drip of water echoing off the rusted metal walls. Outside, fog rolled over the river like a living thing, swallowing the faint hum of the city. But inside, the air was thick with anticipation, calculated fear, and the quiet thrill of a game played for high stakes.
Vincent had taken careful steps to ensure the trail he left for Adrian and Elena was confusing, teasing, and deliberate. He had studied every move they made over the past week. Every fragment, every clue, every breadcrumb they had found… it was all part of his design. He wanted them to chase, to sweat, to struggle, to feel powerless, all while he controlled the strings from the shadows.
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Vincent leaned against a steel column, fingers tracing the edge of a small control panel. Cameras hidden around the warehouse fed him live feeds of every corridor, every doorway, every inch of space. He watched as shadows moved—two shadows he knew intimately.
