Natasha sat alone in her dimly lit hotel room, her body tingling with discomfort as something continued to wreak havoc within her. Unbeknownst to her, a sinister substance coursed through her veins, its insidious effects intensifying with each passing moment. She scratched at her arms, the incessant itch seemingly originating from deep within her skin. The sensation grew more maddening by the second, causing her to mutter to herself, "What's happening to me? Why is this itch so unbearable?"Her fingers moved restlessly, desperately seeking relief from the torment. But no matter how much she scratched, the itch persisted, spreading its malevolent presence throughout her body. Natasha's frustration grew, her mind grappling for an explanation. "Did I come into contact with something poisonous? But how? I haven't encountered anything out of the ordinary."As the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity, Natasha's vision began to betray her. The familiar sights of her hotel room blurre
Natasha slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, her senses gradually awakening to the world around her. As her eyes fluttered open, she found herself in her hotel room, momentarily disoriented. It took a few seconds for the hazy outlines to sharpen, and her gaze settled on Dave, sitting beside her bed with a furrowed brow."D-Dave?" Natasha stammered, her voice barely a whisper. She tried to sit up, but her body felt heavy and sluggish.Dave's concerned eyes met hers, and he sighed with relief. "Finally, you're awake. I've been trying to reach you all night. Why didn't you pick up any of my calls?"Natasha blinked, her mind racing to grasp the fragmented memories of the previous night. "I... I don't remember receiving any calls," she replied, her voice laced with confusion. "My body felt strange, itching all over, and my vision became blurry."Dave's brows knitted together, worry etching deeper lines on his face. "You don't remember anything after that? No missed calls, no messages?"
Kenny's mother paced up and down in the living room. Since yesterday, she hadn't received any call from the masked man. He had tried calling him despite the fact that the masked man had warned her never to call him, he was the one who was to call her. She didn't know if their plan was successful or not. At the same time, if the plan was successful, the masked man was supposed to have called her. If the plan wasn't successful, they she could have seen Kenny at home. Non of these happened.Still confused, the phone rang, interrupting the quiet evening in Kenny's mother's living room. She glanced at the caller ID, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the unfamiliar number. Taking a deep breath, she answered the call."Hello?" she said, her voice filled with anticipation and anxiety."Meet me at our usual place," a deep, raspy voice replied. "We need to talk."Her mind raced, thoughts colliding with fear and desperation. She had thought this masked man, this enigma, had already carried
Kenny sat in his room, engrossed in his book,but he couldn't even understand what he was reading. His mind was being disturbed by the thoughts of what Natasha was going through. It was all because of him. He blamed himself for failing to protect her. This was the promise Kenny made to Natasha that he would always protect her. Kenny was still on the first page of the book when his phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The number displayed was unfamiliar, a string of digits he had never seen before. Curiosity piqued, he reached for his phone and unlocked it, opening the message."Meet me at the old abandoned warehouse at midnight. Come alone."The words glowed eerily on the screen, sending a shiver down Kenny's spine. The warehouse had a reputation in town—a dark history that had become the stuff of legends. Rumors of haunted spirits and mysterious disappearances had surrounded the place for years, making it a location that people avoided.
A while before Kenny left, Zeres lay perfectly still on the comfortable bed, his breathing shallow and controlled. He had feigned sleep with great skill, waiting for the moment when Kenny would leave the house. As the front door creaked open, Zeres's eyes flickered open just a crack, and he listened intently to the sounds outside.Once he was sure Kenny had left, Zeres swiftly rose from the bed. His mind raced with concern for his friend's safety. Since Kenny had received a mysterious message, urging him to meet someone at the abandoned warehouse, Zeres' knew that it would be better for him to be close to Kenny but Kenny was against it.. Zeres couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right about this whole situation. Determined to keep Kenny out of harm's way, he moved silently through the house, grabbing his gun from a hidden compartment.With practiced stealth, Zeres slipped out of the house, making sure to stay in the shadows. The moonlight guided his way as he followed
Kenny stirred in his bed as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, gently illuminating his room. He stretched his arms and yawned, feeling a mix of exhaustion and anticipation for the day ahead. With a determined mindset, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and planted his feet on the floor, ready to conquer the challenges that awaited him.As Kenny stood up, he glanced at the clock on his bedside table and realized he had overslept. "Oh no, I'm running late," he muttered under his breath. Quickly, he dashed into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face to jolt himself awake. He grabbed his toothbrush and squeezed a generous amount of toothpaste on it, brushing his teeth vigorously to ensure minty freshness.After his refreshing shower, Kenny stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist and made his way to the closet. He pondered for a moment, selecting a crisp white shirt, a neatly pressed black suit, and a matching tie. With swift movements, he dres
Kenny's heart raced as he watched his mother's car disappear from view. Relief washed over him, and his expression slowly returned to normal. He walked over to the window and gazed outside, taking in the familiar sights of the bustling city. The worry that had consumed him in the presence of his mother began to dissipate, replaced by a newfound determination to find answers.Reaching into his pocket, Kenny retrieved his phone. It felt cool against his fingertips as he unlocked the screen and activated a small device. This device was used to activate any bugs that could have been set in the office to track his conversation. With a sense of urgency, he dialed Dave's number.After a few rings, Dave's voice crackled through the phone. "Hey, Boss What's up?"Kenny's voice trembled slightly as he replied, "Hey, Dave. I... I just needed to know if Natasha is okay."Dave paused for a moment, the silence on the other end stretching like an eternity. Then, he spoke with a hint of relief in his
The air hung heavy with tension as Kenny anxiously scrolled through the picture on his phone, he did it desperately hoping that he could figure out what it was. At this time, Ryan still sat beside him, his eyes fixed on Kenny's y screen. Kenny had to find this plant as soon as possible, these were the thoughts running through his mind this time. As the image of a peculiar plant flashed across Kenny's screen again , Ryan's heart skipped a beat. There was something about that plant, something oddly familiar. He couldn't quite place it, but a sense of recognition stirred within him, tinged with a hint of trepidation. He hesitated to voice his thoughts, afraid that Kenny would realize that he was peeping at his phone. This wasn't a good think to do, especially when it was his Boss's phone, someone he respected.Kenny, ever observant, noticed Ryan's sudden change in demeanor . "Hey, man, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.Ryan's mind raced, torn between the fea