The dim light of the hallway flickered ominously as Gregory and the stranger moved quickly, their footsteps light but hurried. They kept close to the walls, staying in the shadows, trying to remain as invisible as possible. The air was thick with the scent of dust and adrenaline, the muffled sounds of the men outside searching for them adding to the tension.Gregory’s heart raced. His hands trembled slightly from the aftermath of the shootout, but he couldn’t stop now. There was no time for fear, no time to second-guess himself. Every second mattered. "Where do we go from here?" Gregory whispered, glancing nervously over his shoulder.The stranger was moving quickly but looked hurt, his face pale from the blood loss. "We need to get to the underground tunnel," the stranger said, his voice low but urgent. "It’s the only way out of this building without being seen. You’ll be safe there."The sound of footsteps grew louder. They were closing in. Gregory could feel the panic rising in his

The moment Gregory’s eyes locked with Victor’s, a chill crawled down his spine. It wasn’t just the surprise of seeing him here, deep in the heart of the labyrinth; it was the cold, calculating look in Victor’s eyes. A look that seemed to promise nothing but trouble.Victor’s lips curved into a smirk, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was a man accustomed to control, and his very presence seemed to assert dominance over the darkness surrounding them. “Did you think you could just run away?”Victor asked, his voice a smooth, taunting drawl. “You’re trapped, Gregory. You and your friend both.”The stranger beside Gregory stiffened, his hand hovering near his side, where a weapon might have been holstered, but he didn’t pull it out. There was a tension in the air, an unspoken standoff.Gregory’s heart hammered in his chest, but he refused to back down. He stepped forward, clenching his fists. “What do you want, Victor? You already have everything. Why do you keep coming after me?”

The sound of footsteps echoed down the narrow hallway, growing louder and more distinct by the second. Gregory’s heart pounded in his chest. He had barely processed the stranger’s cryptic words before the threat outside became far too real. “Someone’s coming,” Gregory whispered, his voice tense.The stranger’s eyes flashed with concern, and his hand instinctively moved to the gun at his side. “Stay quiet,” he ordered, his voice low and urgent. He moved toward the far corner of the room, positioning himself where he could see the door without being seen. Gregory followed his lead, crouching low as they both waited, hearts racing.The footsteps stopped. The silence was thick and oppressive, like a weight bearing down on them. Seconds stretched into eternity. Gregory’s mind raced. Could it be another group of pursuers? Had they already found them? Or was it something else, someone else entirely?Then the sound came again, soft, hesitant, as if testing the air. It was no longer the confi

Gregory’s heart pounded in his chest as the knock echoed through the room. It was too loud, too abrupt, cutting through the tense silence like a knife. He could feel the young man’s presence behind him, the weight of his eyes watching every move, every breath he took.Who was at the door? And what did they want? Gregory’s mind raced through possibilities, was it the network the young man had warned him about? Were they here to silence him before he could learn more?The young man’s voice was barely a whisper, urgent and filled with warning. “Don’t open the door. Whatever happens, do not let them in.”Gregory’s gaze shifted to the door, the wood now seeming like a barrier to a world of unknown threats. But what was waiting for him on the other side? He had no choice but to move quickly, calculating his next steps. There was too much at stake now.“Who is it?” Gregory called out, his voice steady despite the knot in his stomach. He took a cautious step back, positioning himself between

The crash echoed through the narrow hallways, vibrating the walls as Gregory’s heart raced in his chest. He barely had time to react before the young man lunged forward, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him toward the far corner of the room.“Stay low!” the young man hissed urgently.Gregory didn’t need to be told twice. He crouched low, pressing himself against the cold stone wall as his pulse quickened. The noise outside grew loudera frantic scramble of footsteps and voices echoing through the narrow corridors. “Get the door! Now!” one of the voices shouted, muffled by the thick walls.Gregory’s mind spun as he tried to make sense of the situation. The safe house was supposed to be secure, hidden from the very people who were chasing him. But now, it seemed as though the walls were closing in on him, and every move he made only led him deeper into the web of danger.The young man, still standing by the door, was focused, his gaze sharp and calculating. He seemed to be waiting for