The factory looked as though the forest had been slowly swallowing it for years. Thick vines crawled over the walls and hung from the broken windows, while weeds pushed through cracks in the concrete around the entrance. Parts of the old sign above the door were barely visible beneath the layers of moss and greenery.
Chen slowed as he approached, still carrying Skyy securely on his back. His attention immediately went to the entrance.
The door was wide open.
That alone made him cautious.
Then he noticed the blood.
A few dark splatters stained the concrete just inside the entrance, with some smaller drops trailing farther into the building.
Chen frowned and carefully shifted his weight so Skyy wouldn't slip. He stepped closer and lowered one foot onto the blood.
It smeared beneath his boot.
Fresh.
His expression tightened.
Someone had been here recently, and judging by the blood, they were injured.
