Bright's eyes scanned the darkness, his heart still racing from the sudden appearance of the mysterious figure. He turned to Clair, his voice low and urgent.
"Did you see that?" he asked, his eyes locked onto hers.
Clair nodded, her face pale in the dim light. "I think we should go inside," she said, her voice trembling.
Bright nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. Who was that person? And what did they want?
As they stepped back from the window, Bright's phone beeped, breaking the silence. He glanced down at the screen, and his eyes widened as he saw a message from an unknown sender.
"Meet me at the old warehouse at midnight. Come alone."
Bright's heart skipped a beat as he looked up at Clair. This was getting crazy. First Victor, now this.
"What is it?" Clair asked, her voice laced with concern.
Bright hesitated, unsure of what to do. But he knew he had to tell her.
"It's a message," he said, his voice low. "Someone wants me to meet them at the old warehouse at midnight."
Clair's eyes widened, her face set in a determined expression. "I'm coming with you," she said, her voice firm.
Bright shook his head. "No, Clair. This is too dangerous. I'll go alone."
But Clair was insistent. "I'm not letting you go alone, Bright. We're in this together."
As they argued, Bright's phone beeped again. He glanced down at the screen, and his eyes widened as he saw another message.
"Don't trust anyone."
Bright's heart skipped a beat as he looked up at Clair. Who was sending these messages? And what did they want?
Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered, and the air grew colder. Bright felt a chill run down his spine as he realized they were not alone.
"Clair, get behind me," he whispered, his eyes scanning the room.
But it was too late. The figure from outside stepped out of the shadows, its face obscured by a black hoodie.
"Welcome, Brighton James," a low voice said, its tone menacing.
Bright's eyes narrowed, his heart racing with fear. Who was this person? And what did they want?
The figure stepped closer, its eyes glinting in the dim light.
"You've been warned, Brighton," it said, its voice dripping with menace. "Stay out of it, or suffer the consequences."
As the figure turned to leave, Bright saw something that made his blood run cold – a symbol tattooed on its wrist, the same symbol he had seen on Victor's wrist.
Bright's mind was racing. What was going on? And who was behind it all?
He knew he had to get out of there, fast.
"Clair, let's go," he said, his voice low and urgent.
But as they turned to leave, Bright realized they were trapped. The figure had blocked the door, its eyes glinting with amusement.
Bright's heart was pounding in his chest. He knew he had to act fast.
"Let's make a run for it," he whispered to Clair.
Clair nodded, her eyes wide with fear.
Together, they made a dash for the door, the figure lunging at them with a menacing laugh.
Bright's heart was racing as he pushed Clair aside, his eyes locked onto the figure's. He knew he had to protect her, no matter what.
As they fought to get free, Bright's phone slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor. The screen flickered, revealing a message from Sophia.
"Bright, be careful. Victor is watching."
Bright's eyes widened as he realized the truth. Victor was behind it all.
With newfound determination, Bright pushed the figure back, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You're going down, Victor," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
The figure laughed, its eyes glinting with amusement.
"You think you can take me down, Brighton?" it said, its voice dripping with contempt. "I'm just getting started."
As the figure lunged at Bright, he knew it was time to fight back. He balled his fists, ready to take on the mysterious attacker.
The room was filled with tension as the two enemies clashed, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills.
Bright's heart was pounding in his chest as he realized this was it – the fight of his life.
The figure was strong, but Bright was determined. He dodged its attacks, his eyes scanning the room for a way to escape.
As they fought, Bright's eyes landed on a vase on the table. He grabbed it, using it to deflect the figure's attack.
The figure stumbled back, its eyes flashing with surprise.
Bright took advantage of the distraction, using all his strength to push the figure to the ground.
The figure landed with a thud, its hoodie falling off its head.
Bright's eyes widened as he saw the face of his attacker – it was Sophia.
"You're... you're working with Victor?" he stammered, his mind reeling with shock.
Sophia smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"I've been playing you all along, Bright," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "And you fell right into my trap."
Bright's heart sank as he realized the truth. He had been betrayed.
As Sophia got up, her eyes locked onto Bright's, he knew he was in grave danger.
The game was far from over, and Bright was running out of time.
Sophia's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Bright's reaction. She had him right where she wanted him.
"You're just a pawn in the game, Bright," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "And you're about to be eliminated."
Bright's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew he had to get out of there, fast.
But as he turned to leave, he realized he was surrounded. Victor's men had closed in, their eyes cold and menacing.
Bright knew he was trapped.
"Well, well, well," Victor's voice said, as he stepped out of the shadows. "Look what we have here."
Bright's eyes locked onto Victor's, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was in grave danger.
The game was on, and Bright was playing for his life.