ALICE POV
I arrived at the destination, an old abandoned factory. The air was thick with the musty smell of mold and decay, and every breath tasted stale and bitter. I stopped and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. With the knife in hand—because you never know—and my heart heavy, I made my way toward the building. I had promised myself I would save Paolo, and despite the fear gripping me, I was determined to keep that promise.
The factory loomed before me, its broken windows like dark, empty eyes. As I entered silently, my footsteps echoed in the vast, empty space, mingling with the distant sound of dripping water. The floor was damp and slick with grime, and the faint smell of rust and oil lingered in the air. My eyes desperately searched for any sign of Paolo.
Suddenly, I s
