A light rain drizzled down on the sidewalk that night. Deviana stood in front of an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city—the very place mentioned in the anonymous message. Her hand gripped her phone tightly, her heartbeat erratic.

Lila had warned her firmly earlier. “Dev, this is too dangerous! It could be a trap!”

“But if I don’t go, we may never find out who’s behind all these lies,” Deviana had replied, her voice steady even though fear gnawed at her chest.

She stepped inside. The iron door creaked loudly, the sound scraping against her nerves. Rust and dust filled the air. A flickering neon light hung overhead,...