PROLOGUE

Mon, 18 May 2026 07:04:32 +0000

The air inside the abandoned warehouse was thick with the smell of damp concrete and decay. A single bare bulb hung precariously from the high ceiling, casting long, distorted shadows that danced across the graffiti-covered walls. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the loose panes of glass in the broken windows. It was a bitter December night, and the cold seeped into the very bones.