Feeling like James Bond
In his mind, the scene looked straight out of a spy movie. Dangling beneath the windowsill, Jack carefully hauled himself upward, squeezing through the narrow opening. He landed silently on the wooden floor inside the factory, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had made it in undetected, and for a brief instant, he felt like a character straight out of an action film, the tension of the moment heightening every sense in his body.
Feeling Like James Bond
Dark and dusty
Inside, the factory was dark, dusty, and eerily silent. The floors were riddled with holes, and nature had begun reclaiming the space, with plants and twisted branches creeping along the walls and floorboards. Jack had to watch his step carefully; one miscalculated move could result in a dangerous fall. The abandoned building felt alive in its decay, and every creak or rustle echoed loudly in the hollow space, keeping him alert to every sound.
Dark And Dusty
