Elena's POV'I walked into an empty corridor after having enough of dinner with those psychotic mafias. I sighed in relief, away from the chaos. I literally facepalmed myself after leaving from there.The corridor stretched ahead, its narrow passage swallowing the faint light from the flickering overhead bulb. The walls, once white, were now a sickly shade of gray, marred by the creeping stains of age and neglect.Each step I took seemed to echo unnervingly, amplifying the silence that clung to the air like a thick fog. My breath quickened as my heels clicked against the cold, cracked tiles—currently my only companion in this hollow, forgotten space.My heart began to pound in my chest, a frantic beat that threatened to drown out the silence, but the space was too oppressive. It clung to me, suffocating, as though the walls themselves were watching, listening, waiting.At the far end of the hallway, a door stood ajar, the dark void beyond it a black eye in the heart of the building. A
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