Roseline's car finally came to a stop in a secluded area, far from the main road and hidden behind a row of abandoned buildings. The streetlights here were dim, flickering faintly as if they, too, were reluctant to expose what lay in the shadows.
Roseline frowned slightly as she stepped out of the car.
She looked around carefully, her eyes scanning every corner, every movement, every possible threat.
Silence greeted her.
Satisfied, she adjusted her coat and began walking toward the building ahead.
It was old. Neglected. Forgotten.
Just like the man inside it.
She stopped in front of a worn wooden door and knocked twice.
A few seconds passed. Then the door opened.
Without hesitation, she stepped inside, and the door closed behind her with a quiet click.
The smell hit her immediately. Smoke. Alcohol. Rotting food.
Her nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Did you make sure no one was following you?" Collin asked.
