Miguel's POVThe emergency lights cast pale shadows across the walls. Flickering. Uneven. Unsettling.I stood at the window, breath fogging the glass as I stared into the darkness beyond the security gate.
The street was still—too still. A strange tension clung to the air like something was waiting to happen.The security feed on the wall glitched, static distorting the view.I saw movement. A figure."There was someone," I said, voice low as I leaned closer. "Just beyond the gate."Isabel was already at my side, her voice tight. "Who? Can you make them out?"My eyes narrowed, tracking the blurred shape. "They're walking away now. Too dark to make out details."Her next question made my stomach twist.
