Chapter 9: Fuck you, Victor!

Henry’s POV

Angel and I rush towards the entrance, taking advantage of the chaos as the guards are distracted by the explosion. We sneak past the guards and into the warehouse.

The room is dimly lit, with a few flickering lights scattered about. The scent of dust and rot dominates the air. We go with caution, keeping an eye out for Sarah or Victor.

We hear murmurs and whispers as we make our way through the maze of halls, but the source is difficult to determine. We follow the sound, attempting to remain hidden, until we reach a door at the end of a hallway.

When I press my ear to the door, I hear Sarah's voice, but she seems frustrated. Victor's voice can also be heard, although his tone is threatening. I understand that we need to act.

I signal Angel, and we open the door quietly. I imagine Sarah in the middle of the room, with Victor in front of her, clutching a revolver. As I see him menacing her, my heart clenches with wrath.

"Let her go, Victor!" I yelled, my voice brimming