Silent Lines

**Ronan**

The grim back room of the warehouse reeks of engine oil, fresh blood, and old lies. Dampness clings to the concrete walls. The air holds a sharp metallic tang, tasting like copper rusting on my tongue. A cold draft leaks through a cracked window high above us, yet sweat pricks my skin. Overhead, the fluorescent lights emit a constant, drilling hum that grates against the base of my skul