CHAPTER 223 Goodbye, Dorian

*Dorian*

The old gym doors creaked open, rusty hinges screaming in the quiet night. A woman’s shadow stood in the moonlight leaking through the gym's door windows. She wore tight black clothes—boots, gloves, and a ponytail that swung like a rope. The air smelled of damp wood and mold, heavy in the empty high school gym. It was one in the morning, and this place felt like a graveyard.

I was tied