The rain hit the cracked window hard. Each drop made a loud sound in the quiet office. Outside, a flickering neon sign threw strange shadows over the messy desk. On the desk was a white envelope, clean and sharp against the ashes and old papers. You stared at it, feeling a cold chill run down your spine.

The envelope had a message typed on the front: “Meet me at midnight in the old abandoned factory if you want the truth.”

Outside, the city was alive but tired. Wet streets shone with broken reflections from the neon lights. Far away, a siren wailed but the sound was swallowed by the rain. The factory was once full of life and noise but now it was empty and dark, with broken windows and rusty metal covered in creeping vines.

You knew it might be a trap. But the secret you had been chasing for months might finally be close. The envelope was from someone you didn’t know, the handwriting strange. Still, you felt drawn to find out the truth.

You checked the pistol under your coat. The cold metal made you feel a little safer. Your phone buzzed. A new message appeared on the screen from an unknown number: “Come alone. Trust no one.”

Suddenly, lightning lit up the streets for a moment, then everything went dark again. The clock was ticking closer to midnight.

Will you go to the factory and face whatever waits in the dark? Or will you turn away and let the mystery stay hidden in the storm?