Chapter 20
Everyone held their breath, senses sharpened to the limit, straining to detect even the slightest movement in the darkness.
ACE's Death squad had night vision goggles, but from their current angle, they couldn't see clearly into the corner—just a vague, black shape barely visible in the dim light.
Yoren swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he lifted the lamp. He hadn't taken a good look before; panic had made him act on instinct. At first, he had only thought the shadow resembled a person. But as the light crept closer, he had sworn he saw a face staring back at him.
That was all it took.
His nerves snapped, and he let out a sharp yelp, dropping the dim lamp. The light hit the ground with a soft thud.
Now, everyone stood in rigid silence, weapons drawn, poised for a fight.
Yoren's pulse pounded. Did I really see something? Or was it just my imagination?
Vina's voice sliced through the tension, sharp and filled with unmistakable threat.
"Whoever you are, come out. I'll count to three."
"One."
"Two."