Saving Anabel

The night was dark and silent as Mr. X peered through his binoculars, observing the movement outside the abandoned warehouse.

His keen eyes caught sight of Ferdinand arriving alone, just as instructed. " There you go, good boy."He smirked to himself, knowing that his plans were falling into place.

As Ferdinand entered the dimly lit warehouse, he couldn't shake off an uneasy feeling creeping up his spine.

The interior was shrouded in shadows, casting a spooky atmosphere over the space.

Mr. X emerged from the darkness, his expression unreadable as he demanded the papers from Ferdinand without delay.

But Ferdinand's gaze darted around the room, searching for a familiar face. "Where is Anabel? I want to see her first," he insisted, his voice laced with concern.

Mr. X's lips curled into a cruel smile as he gestured towards a figure bound to a chair, blindfolded. "There she is, as you requested," he stated coldly.

Ferdinand rushed towards Anabel, his heart pounding with fear and worry. "