A light rain fell, soaking the streets that night. The city felt subdued, streetlights casting pale yellow reflections across the wet asphalt. Arga held Vania’s hand tightly, though doubt still lingered on her face.

“Arga… where are we going?” Vania asked softly.

He only glanced at her, his eyes serious. “There’s something you need to see. I don’t want there to be any more secrets between us.”

The car stopped in front of an old, half-abandoned building. Its paint was peeling, wooden boards across the windows rotten with age. Vania frowned in confusion as they stepped out.

“What is this place?”

Arga drew a long breath, locking his gaze on...