CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR THE INTERROGATION

The eerie silence of the abandoned warehouse was suffocating as Hana and her detective friend, cautiously made their way through the dimly lit corridors. The air was heavy with the stench of blood and decay, a grim reminder of the violence that had unfolded within those walls. Hana's heart pounded in her chest as she clutched the handle of her flashlight tightly, her nerves on edge as they navigated the maze-like structure. Every shadow seemed to hide a lurking threat, every creak of the floorboards echoing like a gunshot in the stillness of the night. Her veteran detective friend, moved with practiced precision, his gun drawn and ready as they advanced deeper into the heart of darkness. His eyes scanned their surroundings with hawk-like intensity, searching for any sign of danger that might lie in wait. As they rounded a corner, their worst fears were realized—the warehouse was a graveyard of bodies, a testament to the brutality that had unfolded within its walls. Hana's stom