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Author: Akina
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-03 02:19:14

Nicholas's POV

The abandoned building at the edge of the city looked like it had long been forgotten. The paint was peeling, large windows were coated in dust—some shattered entirely. But I didn’t care. I stepped out of the car and walked forward without hesitation, letting the stifling air wrap around me. It felt better than sitting still and letting this anger rot inside my chest.

My steps echoed against the cold concrete floor. Silence. But not the kind of silence that brings peace—this one was laced with tension, like the breath before a storm. An old metal staircase in the corner led to the upper floor. I climbed it, each creak underfoot a reminder that this place held more than just dust and forgotten time.

At the second floor, I paused. A door at the end of the corridor was slightly ajar. Pale light seeped through the gap. I knew this was the place. And I knew this wasn’t just a location—it was a symbol. A turning point.

I stepped into the room. It was empty
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