I stared at the message on my screen: "Welcome, Ethan. We've been waiting." A shiver ran down my spine. Who was behind this website, and how did they know my name? I explored the site, navigating through cryptic articles and astronomical data. The more I read, the more intrigued I became. This wasn't just any website; it was a hub for cutting-edge research.
A chat window popped up, and a user named "Nova" initiated a conversation. "Ethan, we know about your parents' research. We can help you uncover the truth." My instincts screamed caution, but curiosity got the better of me. "What do you know?" I typed, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.
Nova's responses were evasive, yet tantalizing. "Meet us in person, and we'll share our findings." I hesitated, weighing the risks. But the prospect of uncovering secrets about my parents' disappearance kept me engaged. "Where and when?" I asked, my heart racing.
Nova provided coordinates for an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. "Come alone, Ethan. Tomorrow night." I felt a surge of trepidation, but my determination propelled me forward. I had to know what Nova knew.
The next evening, I stood before the warehouse, my senses on high alert. The building loomed, its shadows casting an ominous silhouette. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The dimly lit space was eerily quiet, except for the hum of computers in the distance.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. "Ethan, welcome." Nova's voice was low and mysterious. "We've been expecting you." I strained to see Nova's face, but a hoodie obscured their features.