Secrets of the Last Witness

The rain fell in sheets, drumming against the pavement like the frantic beating of a heart. In the narrow alleyway, the darkness was suffocating, broken only by the occasional flicker of a distant streetlight. Elena Morales pulled her coat tighter around herself, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts as she ducked into the shadows. She had never felt so exposed.

Somewhere behind her, she could hear footsteps—measured, deliberate, steadily drawing closer. They had found her.

Her father's v...