Click. Click. Click. Click.

The empty halls of the building echoed as Vincent walked through them. He knew his lover was there somewhere, and he was prepared to take any measures to find them. He took hold of the weapon on his hip; his anxiety grew as he searched the building. He was ready to face whoever had done this, and more importantly, ready to find his lover.

“Love?”

He called through the empty halls, hoping desperately for a response.