The metal door shut with a heavy thud
The sound echoed through the room, then disappeared into a silence so deep it felt unnatural. This was the kind of silence that lived in places where secrets were kept—where things were hidden, not just stored.
The boy walked in slowly.
His footsteps echoed against the cold floor, steady and unafraid. His face didn’t change. No fear. No hesitation.
Only purpose.
The manager looked him up and down.
“You shouldn’t even know this room exists,” he said coldly.
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