ISABELLA
I gazed up at Lorenzo, confusion etched on my face. "Where are we?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Before he could respond, a group of rough-looking men rushed out of the warehouse, their pistols trained on us. I instinctively clung to Lorenzo's arm, my heart racing.
"Really, when are we going to get over this pistol-pointing-at-me thing?" I asked, trying to sound braver than I felt.
Lorenzo raised his hands, and the men hesitated, then lowered their guns. "I brought you here to witness something," he said, his eyes glinting in the dim light.
I stared at him, a shiver running down my spine. "What is it?"
He didn't respond, simply turned and walked towards the warehouse. I followed him, my senses on high alert.
As we stepped inside, I was hit with a wave of sounds and smells. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and sweat. I heard the sound of laughter, music, and screams.
