Gray's breath was caught in his throat as he heard those words.
Before he could even think, he already started running. Gray took the stairs, the wood creaking under each stomp of his shoes. His heart slammed against his ribs as the voices became clearer in his ears.
"C'mon, kid. You don't wanna make this worse. We're not bad guys. We just don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about your story. That's all." Another one chimed in.
Gray reached the second floor. The hallway was narrow and dim, lit only by a flickering overhead bulb that gave the peeling walls an eerie orange glow. He passed a door that hung half off its hinges.
Finally, he spotted it.
There was a door that was wide open. He quickly ran to it. And then, he saw the people in there.
There was one man wearing black slacks and a button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He was standing near the entrance, looking irritated. There was a headset clipped to his collar.
