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𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 around her caused Santana to stir from the cold pavement of the epoxy floor, where she had been laying for a long period of time. The sudden movement of her moving caused her head to pound and sharp pain rush into her head.

The sound only made her skin prickle with distress considering that she had yet been able to open her eyes due to the ache her body had been feeling. Forcing herself to sit up, Santana grunted whilst she tried to fight the tears that overfilled her eyes.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀 let out a loud sigh once she fully settled herself against the wall, her body shuddered from the cold temperature of the room she had been in. Looking over to her best friend, Janiyah, she noticed how disassociated from reality she had been.

The pair didn't deserve anything they were going through and quite frankly, no one did.

Her tired eyes gazed over to where Tyshawn had been laying for the past few hours. Santana could tell he was still alive due to the sound of his shallow breath.

Santana limped over to where Janiyah was lying, her friend's breathing growing more labored with each passing hour. The pain in Santana's body had dulled, replaced by a chilling numbness that made her shiver despite the sweat forming on her forehead. She knew what this meant—their bodies were giving up, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Santana's vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. She leaned her head back against the cold, damp wall, her gaze drifting toward Tyshawn's lifeless body. The anger that burned within her was overwhelming. She had lost everything because of him—the people she loved most in the world were gone, and now, she and Janiyah were on the brink of joining them.

The cruelty and selfishness Tyshawn had shown were beyond anything she had ever known, and the pain of it all was something she knew she would never get over.

"Dios, por favor líbrame de esto. Yo sé que si no fuera por usted no tuviera la fuerza para seguir adelante y sé que tú eres más que grande y nunca me vas a soltar de tus manos. Por favor ayúdanos mi Dios," Santana whispered, her voice trembling as she prayed to God, clutching Janiyah's cold hand in hers. She needed strength—if not for herself, then for Janiyah.

But as much as she prayed, she could feel her own body shutting down. The exhaustion was too much. All she wanted now was to sleep, to let the pain and fear fade away.

So she did.

Santana closed her eyes, and darkness swept over her, pulling her under as her heart began to slow, her breath growing shallow and weak. Everything around her disappeared into that endless void.

Unbeknownst to her, Kay and his crew approached the dilapidated warehouse with a mix of urgency and dread. The old, rusted structure stood ominously in the moonlight, its cracked windows and sagging roof giving it the appearance of a place long forgotten by time. But inside, Kay knew, was something that meant everything to him.

"This is it," Kay muttered under his breath, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. "This shit over with tonight."

Setty, Dougie, Nas, and Ace followed closely behind, their faces set with determination. They knew the stakes—they had to find Santana and Janiyah before it was too late. They moved swiftly and silently, each step bringing them closer to the inevitable confrontation.