The Tempest Edge

The darkness was oppressive, the only sound the howling wind.

Rory's voice trembled. "Ethan, I don't like this."

Ethan's voice was calm. "Stay close, Rory. I've got you."

He guided her through the darkness, his hands on her shoulders.

As they moved, the storm raged on outside.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the base.

Rory's heart skipped a beat. "What was that?"

Ethan's grip tightened. "I don't know, but we need to find shelter."

They stumbled through the darkness, desperate to escape.

A faint light appeared in the distance.

Ethan's eyes locked on it. "That's the generator room."

Rory's hope surged. "We can get power from there."

As they approached, the door burst open.

A figure loomed in the doorway.

Rory's heart sank.

It was Mark.

Little did they know, Mark's true intentions would change everything.