"Expecting us?" Sarah's voice trembled, disbelief twisting in her chest. Her mind was reeling from the abrupt shift—from the nightmare void into this sterile, clinical environment. She clutched Alex's arm, her fingers cold and stiff. "Who are you? What is this place?"
The woman didn't answer immediately. Instead, she walked further into the room, the clicking of her heels echoing in the unnerving silence. Her expression remained calm, but her eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—bore into Sarah and Alex like she could see every secret they were trying to hide.
Sarah's heart pounded faster with every step the woman took toward them, each movement slow, deliberate, and unsettling. Alex instinctively stepped in front of Sarah, shielding her from the unknown threat. His stance was rigid, his body coiled with tension, ready to defend if necessary.
"We don't have time for games," Alex growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Who are you, and why are we here?"
