Chapter 12 What He Does In The Dark

"What He Does in the Dark,"

Adrian

Adrian wasn't used to feeling this way.

Restless. On edge. Like something small, like ants, was crawling under his skin.

He was in a room. The place looked like something out of a movie. A big, old warehouse somewhere in the outskirts of the city. There were no signs, no windows, just cracked concrete and rust