The abandoned warehouse sat forty minutes outside the city, swallowed by overgrown weeds and rusted fencing. The sky was gray, heavy with clouds that looked ready to burst. The air smelled like damp concrete and old machinery — the kind of place where secrets stayed buried.
Sebastian stepped out of the rideshare car, pulling his jacket tighter around him. The gravel crunched under his shoes as he approached the warehouse entrance. His stomach twisted with unease.
Lucien stood near the open loading bay, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed like this was just another Tuesday.
“Sebastian,” he called out, voice echoing in the hollow space. “You made it.”
Sebastian nodded, though his throat felt tight. “Yeah.”
Inside, two men were waiting.
They looked rough — not dangerous for the sake o
