"Mr. Wright Senior, what happened?" Logan rushed forward to steady Kevin and asked urgently, "Where's the rest of your security team? Why are there only a few of you left?"

Kevin was still clutching a pistol, completely out of ammo. Blood covered his face, arms, and chest. No one could tell whether it was his or someone else's.

"Logan? Andrew? It's you…" Kevin exhaled heavily, his voice shaky. "We need to go now. Get the hell away from this cursed place."

He wiped the blood from his face,