A repulsive smell in the warehouse welcomed her. It was so dark that she could barely see her own hands.
She stood by the door, her head tilted to one side as if she was pondering. She didn't go in straight away.
"Welcome. Come on in." the voice said coldly. It echoed in the spacious darkness.
Nathalia smiled and went in.
All of a sudden, blinding lights shone on her and exposed her slim figure. With the collar of the jacket up, she looked decisive and fearless. Her pretty face said confidence and calmness.
She frowned slightly at the sudden lights and held her arm up above her forehead.
The man sneered and said mockingly, "Ha. Nathalia Davidson, you did come alone. Good. I'm impressed."
Nathalia put her arm down, and following the voice, she saw a stout man with a ferocious scar across his right cheek. It looked like it was from a deep cut of a knife. A golden thick chain necklace, exaggerating earrings, and tattoos adorned him.
