In an instant, Orion was forcibly propelled to the third floor of the building, his body jolting with the sudden movement. As he gathered his bearings, he took in his new surroundings.
The third floor was remarkably similar to the second floor he had just departed from, with the same bland, gray walls and fluorescent lighting. But there was one notable difference - the air was thick with tension and the sounds of impending danger.
Orion's heart pounded in his chest as he surveyed his new surroundings. He could feel the eyes of his enemies trained on him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. He could sense their malice and aggression, as if it was a tangible force emanating from their bodies.
Meanwhile, Mason had been wandering through the building, his eyes scanning every nook and cranny for any sign of life or useful information. As he made his way down a long hallway, he came across a door that piqued his curiosity.
