–– Abandoned Church, San Antonio, Texas — 11:38 PM ––
The journey was quiet and uncomfortable. Pamela drove us out of the academy in a black sedan. Throughout the entire ride, she stole glances at me through the rearview mirror.
Even Natasha, who was seated beside me, did the same—both looking fearful and stunned. It was clear they noticed the changes, but they couldn't understand how it happened.
Limitless don't grow this fast in a short period of time.
The trip took us over an hour, and when we arrived, we parked some distance away from the meeting point.
Pamela insisted, and I understood why, so I didn't complain.
I just stepped out and shut the car door behind me with a soft thud. Natasha did the same but hesitated, eyes shifting to the looming silhouette ahead—a ruined church slouched at the edge of the overgrown woods.
