The night had never felt this still.
Not because it was peaceful.
But because the storm was holding its breath.
On the outskirts of the city, an old facility stood in silence. Its walls were cracked, windows shattered, and dim lights flickered like half-open eyes.
Yet inside.
the place was alive.
Pulsing.
Waiting.
The black car stopped without a sound.
The engine was cut.
The door opened.
Adrian Blackwood stepped out first.
His steps were calm.
His aura.
heavy.
As if every movement carried an invisible pressure.
Leonard Graves followed from the other side.
He observed the building before them.
"The place… isn't welcoming," he muttered.
Adrian did not answer.
His gaze was already locked on the main entrance.
As if he could see what lay inside.
without needing to enter.
"Go in," he said shortly.
Leonard smirked faintly.
"Finally."
The door was unlocked.
Which only made everything more suspicious.
Adrian pushed it open.
Hinges creaked.
