Chapter Seventy-one

Inside the dark warehouse, shadows danced across the cold concrete floor. Brenda stood nervously, clutching Ralia tightly against her chest, her eyes darting around the eerie space. The smell of abandonment still hung heavy in the air, mixing with a faint scent of oil and dust.

Alfred, tall and imposing, approached Brenda with a sly grin etched across his face. His voice echoed through the empty chamber, his words laced with a chilling determination. “Brenda, my dear, I’m afraid it’s time for me to update you,” he said, his voice dripping with an unsettling mix of sweetness and menace.

Brenda’s heart raced as confusion clouded her mind. She had trusted Alfred once, but recent events had shattered that trust, leaving her shattered and vulnerable. She stammered, struggling to find her words. “What… What is all this, Alfred? What do you want with us?”

Alfred’s smile widened, revealing a glint of malice in his eyes. “Oh, my dear Brenda, it’s quite simple. You see, I’ve had a change of pla