Unearthing the Beast

Inside the club, darkness reigned. Not a trace of life stirred.

Hazel didn't let her guard down. Step by cautious step, she followed the locator's signal.

Glancing up, she noticed surveillance cameras on every wall. There was nowhere to hide. Her brows knit, and she quickened her pace.

Soon she slipped into a private lounge—spacious, with nothing but a pool table, a few sofas, and, in the center,