The air in the abandoned factory was thick with the stench of decay, the cold metal walls echoing with the distant hum of machinery. Ava's breath hung in the frigid air, a tangible reminder of the coldness that had crept into her soul. Her team was behind her, their faces hardened with the knowledge that they were entering enemy territory. But this time, the enemy was not just one step ahead—they were leagues beyond anything Ava had anticipated.
"Stay sharp," Ava whispered, her voice barely audible over the mechanical drone that filled the space. Her eyes darted around, taking in every detail—the rusted pipes, the flickering lights, the shadows that seemed to stretch and contort as if they were alive. The factory was a labyrinth, designed to confuse, to disorient. But Ava wasn't here to be led astray; she was here to uncover the truth.
