Chapter 92. Dead End

The police team stood in front of the decrepit door, their patience waning as their repeated knocks yielded no response. They exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging that they had to resort to more forceful measures. With a subtle signal, two officers positioned themselves in front of the door, bracing themselves for impact.

"Ready?" one officer whispered to the other, who nodded in response.

They took a few steps back, their eyes focused on the worn-out door. Then, with a synchronized effort, they lunged forward, their shoulders colliding with the door. The decrepit wood creaked and splintered under the impact, giving way with surprising ease.

"What a weak door," one of the officers murmured as they swiftly entered the room, their guns drawn and ready for any potential threat. However, the room greeted them with emptiness, save for the musty air and the remnants of abandoned furniture.

Disappointment lingered in the air as they