Zane's POV
The old site looks exactly how I remember it…..Abandoned.
The large warehouse building stands in darkness beneath the dim evening sky, surrounded by rusting gates and overgrown grass that's nearly swallowing parts of the pavement already.
Nobody's been here in years, not since everything went to hell.
Lucas steps out beside me, quietly scanning the property while the headlights from the cars behind us cut across the cracked concrete.
"This place gives serial killer vibes," he mutters.
"Comforting."
"I'm serious."
"I know."
Honestly? The place unsettles me too.
Always has, especially after that night my sister died.
I shove the thought away immediately before it can fully surface.
"We're heading to the security room," I tell him while moving toward the side entrance. The heavy metal door groans loudly when I shove it open, dust immediately hits my nose.
