Lethal Fumes

Third-Person POV.

Kaia could not even pry her eyes open. A sharp, deafening pinging echoed through her ears, a relentless mechanical squeal that drowned out the quiet morning hum of the packhouse. The heavy, toxic air of the small janitor’s closet pressed down on her chest, making every single breath a burning, agonizing struggle. The harsh scent of industrial bleach and raw chemical solvents clu