Clara’s folder, heavy with sworn testimonies and horrifying photographs, lay on my coffee table. The evidence was irrefutable. Marcus wasn’t just my ambitious, ruthless brother; he was a monster, a purveyor of ritualistic human trafficking.
My hands clenched into fists. I could destroy him now. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Just as I considered my next move, my phone buzzed. It was Marcus.
“Julian,” his voice purred through the speaker, “impressive work as Floor Supervisor. You’ve earned a promotion to the inner circle.”
He paused, letting the implication sink in. “There’s a late-night executive celebration tonight. In the subterranean vault. A private induction. Consider it an honor.”
The subterranean vault. The heart of the machine. The ancient relic. He was inviting me into the sanctum.
My mind raced. Clara’s words echoed: “Before he consumes everyone. Before he consumes you entirely.”
I looked at the folder, then at the time on my phone: 10:47 PM. Marcus would be there, unguarded, expecting compliance. This was my chance.
A cold resolve settled over me. I had to choose: confront the beast in its lair, or bring the full force of the law down upon him.
Choose your next action
Infiltrate the vault alone right now during off-hours to destroy the supernatural altar personally before contacting federal authorities. — Read CHAPTER 8 to continue
Hand Clara’s sworn testimony directly to Federal Agent Howard O’Connell and lure Marcus into a private, one-on-one confrontation in the executive suite while federal agents surround the building. — Read CHAPTER 10 to continue
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