The Memory Keeper: The Sin In Our Name

Rain's POV

The muffled sound of gunfire echoed in my ears, each shot vibrating through my chest as I sprinted deeper into the maze of towering crates in the warehouse. My breath was ragged, my heart pounding against my ribs like it was about to break free. I needed to hide.

But even as I weaved through the shadows, ducking behind crates, Louise's face haunted me.

Is she okay? Did she make it?

I forced myself to keep moving, slipping behind a mountain of crates stacked high, their wooden edges digging into my skin as I pressed myself into the shadows. My body trembled, but I bit down on my lip, holding in every shaky breath.

Think, Rain. Think.

The gunfire was still distant, but footsteps were getting closer. I couldn't stay here for long.

As I crouched deeper into the dark shadows of the crates, a cold hand suddenly gripped my arm. My heart nearly stopped, and I almost screamed, but a finger quickly pressed to my lips.

"Shhh."

I blinked through the darkness, my breath caught in my throat.

It was Kroft.

And right behind him-Therese.

Relief crashed over me like a wave, and I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around them both.

"H-how did you-?" I stammered, barely able to form the words.

Therese gently pulled me back, her eyes sharp and focused. "No time to explain," she whispered. "We need to move. Now. Khai and Harold's team are already infiltrating the warehouse."

My breath hitched. Khai... she's here.

Therese gripped my hand tightly, and Kroft scanned the area.

"Let's go," Kroft muttered.

And without another word, we slipped into the shadows, moving toward freedom.

We crouched low, moving carefully between the towering crates, every step measured and silent. The cold concrete floor scraped faintly beneath our shoes as we navigated the maze of the warehouse.

From a distance, Alex's sharp voice echoed, barking orders.

"Fan out! Find them!"

The sound of muffled gunfire cracked through the air, each shot making my pulse quicken. It was chaos-shouting, footsteps pounding, and the distant clatter of weapons.

Therese tightened her grip on my wrist. "Stay close," she whispered, her eyes scanning every corner.

Kroft peeked around the next stack of crates. "We need to find an exit before they box us in," he muttered.

A burst of gunfire erupted closer this time. My breath hitched.

We have to move faster.

Every shadow felt alive, every sound sharper than the last. We pressed on, inching forward, praying we wouldn't be spotted.

As we cautiously moved through the shadows, Kroft suddenly raised a hand, signaling us to stop. We froze in place, hearts pounding.

From behind a stack of crates, a figure emerged with a rifle raised-my breath caught in my throat.

But then, the man quickly lowered his weapon.

"Hold on, friendly!" he hissed.

It was one of Harold's team members dressed in tactical gear, his face smeared with dirt and sweat.