The Sin of His Obsession
The blaring alarm in the museum was a physical assault on their senses. It was a terrifying, high-pitched scream that confirmed the horrifying reality of their situation. The elegant, sterile halls of the museum, once filled with the ghosts of failed projects, now felt like a deathtrap. Every second was a hammer blow to their hearts. There was no time to question, no time to grieve for the lives they were about to lose. There was only the present, a relentless, ticking clock that was counting down their final moments.