The Perfect Bait

Miriam was dragged into an old building. She was forced through a rusted iron door that screeched as it opened. The air inside was damp, heavy with the smell of dust and rust, making her chest tighten. Dim lights hung from the high ceiling, casting faint glows along a long corridor filled with shadows.

At the far end of the corridor, two figures were already waiting. Falcon stood tall, his posture