"This must be the place," Shay said.
They were standing in front of a building that had clearly stopped caring about itself at some point and had not been talked back into it since.
Three floors, the facade a faded grey, the lower windows boarded up with the thoroughness of someone who had wanted the conversation about what was behind them to end permanently.
On the door, same style as the jackets from the office, was the Reaper logo sprayed on in dark paint.
"Let's go in," Liam said.
"Alright," Shay said.
They went through the door.
Inside was dim and carried the specific smell of a building that had stopped being maintained long enough for the smell to become its identity.
Damp and old food and something underneath both that had no clean name.
Two men were asleep against the left wall, backs to the plaster, legs stretched across the corridor.
Liam and Shay stepped around them. One stirred and turned over and went back to sleep without opening his eyes.
