Chapter 474

The dimly lit chamber was suffocating. The cold, stale air clung to Dexter’s skin as he paced back and forth, his boots scraping against the cold, metal floor. He was hyper-aware, every nerve in his body on high alert as he watched Henry frantically tap away at the device, trying to make sense of the alien technology surrounding them. Charlotte stood a few feet away, her eyes darting from the tank to the strange machinery that lined the walls, as if waiting for something to happen. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Dexter had always trusted his instincts, and right now, they were screaming at him that they were being watched. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and a cold chill swept through the room, even though the air was still. His hand instinctively went to his side, where he kept his knife. He didn’t know if it would help, but he felt better with it there. Whatever force was controlling this place was not going to let them leave easily.

He glanced at Charlotte, who caught his gaz
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