Avery's breath was shallow, her heart racing, as she and Ethan moved silently through the dim corridors of the abandoned building where she was held. The distant echoes of footsteps grew fainter with each turn, and the air felt heavy with the scent of decay. The only sound that filled the silence between them was the steady rhythm of their breathing.
"Avery," Ethan whispered, his voice strained but filled with urgency. "We're getting out of here. I promise."
She nodded, her eyes locked on the path ahead, but her mind was elsewhere. The symbol on her arm still haunted her thoughts. She couldn't shake the feeling that something more was at play, something far beyond their understanding. But she couldn't focus on that now. She needed to escape, and she needed to do it quickly.
