When Erick opened his eyes, he was still a little groggy, but the adrenaline of remembering what had happened - however it had happened - made him wake up a little faster.
He was surrounded by old wooden walls, it looked like an abandoned shed.
Wherever he was, Erick knew he wasn't even close to the city center.
Let alone the Continental.
'So much for a warm welcome... What?'
Erick hoped they had restrained him, or at least tied him up in some way, to restrict his movements.
But no.
Erick had both feet and hands free, with only the darkness inside that abandoned warehouse to keep him company.
Or so he thought, until he heard Maximilian Rogan's voice coming from somewhere around him.
"Why are you investigating Clifford, and how did you manage to defend yourself against a Sabaid-in?"
