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49. FRAGEMENTS OF RED

Aren't we all sinners?

Samaira
[ TW: Violence ]

I pushed on the accelerator, feeling the car rev up in speed. Following Vrit was crazy, driving at that speed.

His car zipped ahead like a certified Formula One racer.

I took a sharp turn as we neared the address, gripping the wheel tightly.

I didn't know much, just that I had to follow Vrit. He wasn't in the mood to listen, and I couldn't let him go alone, especially to some shady place. I'd bet all my paints that we were about to meet an old enemy there.

I wouldn't let him face whatever monster awaited him alone.

The scorching afternoon sun pulled me out of my thoughts as I squinted my eyes to keep up with Vrit's speed.

He was driving recklessly now, the constant fear of an accident gripping my heart. We had long passed the city traffic and entered a shadier territory. The empty grasslands around us were proof enough.

As we passed the trees, I saw Vrit pull his car up to a strange, secluded warehouse.

I parked my car besides his and rushed out, but Vrit was already inside. It took me a moment to realize where we were. The place gave me goosebumps all over my body.

The warehouse loomed ahead, a Gothic architectural wonder. Its towering spires and dark, weathered stone walls exuded an eerie presence. Vines crept up the sides, and broken windows hinted at years of neglect. The deadly silence and negative energy made me question entering.

I felt eyes on me, but when I turned, I saw no one.

I entered without a second thought, and darkness engulfed me. This place screamed crime and murder. What was Vrit thinking?

My hands were sweating as I waited for any sound.

Nothing.

I didn't know where Vrit had gone, but the creepy feeling was overwhelming.

I followed my instincts inside.

"Real good, Samaira," I muttered to myself. "If you had already confessed the truth, you both wouldn't be here."

But it wasn't the right time.

'There's no right or wrong time. It was your decision,' my conscience argued.

I avoided the debate in my mind as I moved forward, trying to minimize any noise. Soon, I came across an open room.

Dust settled everywhere, and the chill in the air sent shivers down my spine. I took a few steps closer and noticed guards posted at every corner inside the room.

Every single corner. The eyes I felt earlier must have been theirs.

I turned my neck slowly, the horror of the situation settling in. My stomach curled, but my eyes frantically searched for Vrit.

I stopped dead when I saw him.

He stood in the center of the room, his hand clenched as if restraining himself from punching.

His eyes were glaring, and a gun was pressed to his head.

Fear gripped me.

But Vrit stood unfazed even with the door to death a trigger away, while the man in front of him smirked cynically, holding that gun.