Kenny and Zeres were roughly dragged by the guards down a dimly lit corridor. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the cold, stone walls of the Summer Palace. This kind of treatment was supposed to send shivers down their spines, if they couldn't have ever been in that situation. Their hands were bound tightly behind their backs, leaving them defenseless against the armed men who showed no mercy. As they approached a large wooden door, they didn't know what awaited them, but they needed to take risks.The guards pushed open the door, revealing a room that sent chills down anyone's spine,but to Kenny and Zeres, they had see such a room very many times.. It was a place where nightmares seemed to take shape. The room was dimly lit by a single, flickering candle on a dusty old table in the corner. Shadows danced ominously along the walls, casting distorted figures that seemed to twist and turn in the dim light.In the center of the room, a worn-out sofa stood, its once vibrant colors

Silence hung heavy in the air until another sudden and deafening gunshot echoed through the room. The impact jolted both Zeres and Kenny, causing them to instinctively close their eyes, not knowing what was happening. Both Zeres' and Kenny didn't feel any pain on their bodies.Kenny, however, was the first to regain his composure. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the masked man, a look of confusion on his face. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Kenny mustered a small smile, his eyes flickering with a glint of mischief. He knew what had just happened, his people had arrived. He wanted to buy as much time as possible, by making the masked man mad so that his and Zeres' people would arrive.What the masked man didn't know was that Kenny had a special wristwatch, equipped with advanced technology. With a quick movement of his lips, Kenny silently sent a coded message to Zeres' friend, who happened to be waiting nearby, monitoring the situation from a hidden location. The

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 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.

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