Regardless of the atmosphere pressing through the building, Don stepped forward without hesitation.
The entrance closed quietly behind him.
Immediately, the darkness shifted again beneath the weak emergency lighting scattered through the corridors ahead.
Some ceiling panels still functioned properly while others flickered intermittently, causing entire sections of the hallway to alternate between visibility and shadow every few seconds.
His Beastshift adapted first.
The darkness softened.
Edges became clearer.
Then Keen Eye layered itself over everything else.
Small details started surfacing automatically inside his thoughts while the augmented overlay continued feeding structural information across his vision.
Blood.
Footprints.
Scrape marks.
Movement patterns.
The corridor itself looked expensive despite the current state.
