City Of Death

The Warehouse

The old abandoned warehouse was dark and musty, the only source of light filtering in through the broken windows. A group of five individuals stood in the center of the large room, their faces tense with anticipation. Morana, a fierce and stubborn woman with a fiery temper, held a grimace of pain as she clutched her injured arm. Koa, a hot-headed and impulsive man, stood glaring at her, his fists clenched in anger.

"Watch it!" Morana hissed through gritted teeth as Koa tried to heal her wounds.

"Will you calm down!" Koa shouted back, his voice filled with frustration.

"Both of you be quiet," a tall, imposing man named Soren interjected, his voice calm but firm.

"Shut up, Soren!" Morana and Koa yelled simultaneously, their voices drowning out any other noise in the room.

Soren let out a weary sigh, running a hand through his dark hair in exasperation. "Morana, you don't get to have an attitude just because you're hurt," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. "And Koa, stop fighting with her. You're not going to win this argument."

A young boy, no older than fifteen, who was standing off to the side, spoke up. "I don't know why you bother trying to reason with them, Soren. You must've said it a thousand times by now."

Soren nodded in agreement. "I suppose you're right, Specter."

"Always am." Specter said with a laugh

"Says the guy who couldn't spell his own name until he was twelve!" Koa taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Hey, Specter is hard to spell!" the boy, Specter, shot back, his eyes filled with mischief.

The tension in the room seemed to dissipate slightly as the group shared a short moment of laughter, the tension easing slightly. Soren shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "We have a job to do, remember? Let's focus on that."

As the group moved through the warehouse, their footsteps echoing off the walls, Soren couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. The mission they were on was dangerous, and the stakes were high. They were tasked with retrieving a highly classified item that was rumored to be hidden within the warehouse.

As they made their way deeper into the building, the air grew colder and the shadows seemed to grow darker. Morana's grip on her injured arm tightened. her jaw set in determination. Koa's eyes scanned the room, his muscles tense and ready for action. Specter's gaze darted around nervously, his youthful face betraying his fear.

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the warehouse, causing the group to freeze in their tracks. Soren held up a hand, signaling for everyone to stay still "Stay alert," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

As they crept closer to their target, Soren's instincts screamed at him that something was off. He could sense that they were being watched, that danger lurked around every comer. He silently cursed himself for agreeing to this mission, for leading his team into such a risky situation.

Just as they reached the room where the item was supposed to be hidden, a figure stepped out from the shadows, a gun pointed directly at them. Soren's heart leaped into his throat as he recognized the face of their enemy - a notorious criminal known for his ruthlessness and cunning.

The criminal smirked, a cold glint in his eyes. "Well, well, well. Looks like I've caught myself a group of pesky little rats," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

Before Soren could react, a gunshot rang out, echoing through the warehouse. The world seemed to slow down as Soren felt a sharp pain explode in his chest, a wave of darkness descending over him.

As he fell to the ground, his vision dimming, he could hear Morana's voice, filled with panic and fear. "Soren! No!"

And then, everything went black.