The marks varied in size and length. They were so dense it was clear they hadn't been left by just one person.
A flash of shock crossed Chi Heng's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by cold indifference. The environment felt unsettlingly familiar.
Pressed for time, Chi Heng had grabbed the Transformation Agent and turned back yesterday, never managing to reach the underground level.
Unlike the levels above, most of the locks here were traditional iron padlocks.
Thick, long iron chains were latched firmly to the doors, sealing them off into separate spaces.
Chi Heng had found a piece of wire somewhere. He bent it into shape and slowly inserted it into the lock's core. He worked at it quietly until, with a CLICK, the iron lock sprang open.
Neither of them stopped to consider what might happen if someone was inside.
