With each whispered word, Claire's unease deepened, a chill creeping down her spine.
"Ciara...?" Claire's voice quivered with apprehension as she reached out to touch the child's shoulder, her fingers trembling slightly.
The glass walls of the elevator seemed to close in around them, casting ominous shadows that danced across Ciara's face.
As Claire waited for a response, a sense of foreboding settled over her, the weight of uncertainty hanging heavy in the air.
***
Racing against time, Lucas charged up the stairs, each step a painful reminder of the urgency of the situation.
With every stride, he felt the weight of the impending confrontation bearing down on him.
Finally reaching the rooftop, Lucas burst through the door, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight that greeted him was one of chilling despair.