Aarav and the old man arrived at the location, a desolate warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The air was thick with tension, and every shadow seemed to hold a threat. Aarav clutched the phone tightly, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. The old man, relying on his keen hearing, felt a growing sense of dread. Something wasn't right.
As they stepped inside the warehouse, the door slammed shut behind them with a loud clang, and the lights flickered on, revealing a group of men surrounding them. The stranger from the train station stepped forward, a sinister smile on his face. "I see you found the place," he said mockingly. "But you shouldn’t have come."
The old man’s heart pounded in his chest. He could hear the sound of weapons being drawn, and he knew they were outnumbered and outgunned. Aarav tried to stay calm, but his grip on the phone tightened. The old man whispered, "Stay close to me, son."
Just as the men closed in, there was a sudden explosion outside the warehouse, shaking the ground beneath them. The men hesitated, confused by the unexpected blast. Aarav seized the moment, grabbing his father’s arm and pulling him toward a nearby exit. But as they made their escape, the stranger’s voice echoed behind them. "This isn’t over. I’ll find you... and when I do, you’ll regret ever crossing me."
The old man and Aarav ran into the night, the sound of sirens approaching in the distance. But the threat of the stranger still loomed over them, and they knew it was only a matter of time before he came after them again.
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Silent Sacrifice
NouvellesThere are some sacrifices of which we are unaware of and we will never be knowing.
