Chapter 71 - The Danger Behind The Scene

The room was dim, and the flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling barely did anything to brighten the space. Shadows danced across the grimy walls, creating grotesque silhouettes that seemed almost alive, writhing and twisting in a way that made the space feel even more sinister. The muffled groans coming from the center of the room were proof enough that this place was not one where good things happened. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, fear, and something metallic—blood, probably. It clung to everything, suffocating and oppressive, like the room itself was alive and breathing.