Adam crossed the threshold of the supermarket in silence. The Bloodshadow Dagger rested in his hand, his fingers gripping it firmly but without tension. The entrance groaned shut behind him, the sound echoing through the empty space. Darkness reigned inside like a living being, thick and impenetrable, broken only by slivers of light filtering through the cracked windows.
Dried paper crunched under each step, and shards of glass from broken jars and windows scraped beneath his boots like nails on a chalkboard. The air reeked of moisture and old plastic, but underneath it all, like a hidden note, lingered the scent of something... organic.
