Jasmine was slipping through his fingers, and if he didn’t act soon, he feared there wouldn’t be anything left to save.That was why, despite everything in his gut screaming at him not to, he went to see Lorenzo.One last time.The meeting took place in a secluded café on the outskirts of the city.Lorenzo was already there when Joaquin arrived, sitting in a corner booth with his back to the wall.“You’re late,” Lorenzo said without looking up.“I’m here,” Joaquin replied, sliding into the seat across from him. “Let’s get this over with.”Lorenzo finally met his e

The corridor stretched on, narrow and suffocating, as if the walls were slowly closing in. The flickering lights overhead cast long, distorted shadows that danced across the walls, and the further Joaquin moved, the heavier the air became. His breathing grew shallow, his skin prickling with the unmistakable sensation of being watched.At the end of the hall stood a door unlike any of the others — heavy, reinforced metal, covered in those same strange symbols that seemed to pulse faintly with an eerie light. Joaquin slowed, his instincts screaming at him to turn back. But he couldn’t. Jasmine’s soul was safe, but they weren’t out of danger yet — and something told him the real threat lay behind this door.He reached out and pressed his hand against it.The metal was ice-cold under his palm.The moment he pushed, the symbols flared bright, and the door slid open with a groaning hiss.Joaquin stepped inside.The temperature dropped instantly. A co