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The sound of the doors being pushed open with force sent a jolt of fear through me. I could hear them entering, their footsteps heavy and deliberate. My heart pounded in my chest as I darted into a small storage room, barely big enough for two people. I pressed myself against the wall, trying to make myself as small as possible.

The clanging sounds of weapons hitting metal echoed through the warehouse, each strike making me jump. The noise was terrifying. I could hear them stalking closer, their movements methodical and unhurried, as if they were enjoying the game.

My hands shook as I fumbled with my phone, dialing number after number. I tried calling everyone I could think of—Victor, Zara, Elizabeth, Jennie, even Damon—but every call went straight to voicemail. My heart sank with each failed attempt. "Please, someone answer," I whispered desperately, but there was only silence on the other end.

I furiously prayed to the moon goddess, begging her to wake me if this was a nightmare or