Chapter 32. Darkness Only

Evelyn

My eyes blinked open to darkness. Well, a room barely deserving the name. Crumbling walls, shattered water pipes, and the constant drip of water hitting the damp floor surrounded me. The cold wetness had seeped through my boots, and sweat slicked my skin—not from heat, but from the suffocating gag biting into my mouth.

“Well, well.” His voice slithered through the room, echoing off the broken walls and scraping against my nerves. “Someone’s finally awake, huh?”

Through the haze of drowsiness, I saw him. Tyler. He stood before me, a knife glinting in his hand, the blade catching what little light filtered through the cracks. The silence wrapped around us, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets. No passing cars, no sign of life—just isolation. Wherever I was, it was a place no one with good intentions would tread.

He moved closer, his eyes as dark as his twisted heart. He crouched before me, his knife still in hand, his presence suffocati