"Alright then," I muttered under my breath. "Let's see what this is all about."
The night air was thick, damp with the scent of salt and something else—something metallic. I followed the man in silence, my footsteps steady, my pulse calm. The only sounds were the distant crash of waves against the jagged rocks and the occasional rustle of the wind through the trees.
Twenty minutes passed as we walked along the shore, leaving behind the distant hum of city life. The deeper we went, the more isolated it felt. No streetlights. No traffic. Just darkness stretching beyond the horizon.
Then, I saw them.
Three black cars parked in a semi-circle, their tinted windows reflecting the moonlight. Guards stood near them, their faces expressionless, their hands resting near their weapons. They weren't just for show. Their eyes tracked me as I approached, their postures rigid with anticipation.
