The atmosphere inside the old car they were riding in was thick with tension. Joe gripped the steering wheel tightly while Eliana sat beside him, holding a worn-out map that had been sent via an anonymous email—a map showing Hunter's possible location in an abandoned industrial area not far from the city.

“This has to be a trap,” Joe muttered, his eyes fixed on the increasingly deserted road ahead.

“But what if it’s not?” Eliana replied, her voice trembling. “What if Hunter really is there? He might be waiting for us.”

Joe let out a long sigh. Doubt gnawed at him. But their options were running out. They hadn’t heard...