After trudging through the streets for what felt like an eternity, the team finally arrived at the designated location marked on the map. The narrow alley stretched out before them, its walls bearing the scars of past conflicts, while the flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows on the worn pavement.
Miss Thompson glanced around, her brow furrowed in uncertainty. "Are we in the right place?" she questioned, her voice tinged with doubt.
Mark squinted, scanning the alley. "These coordinates match, but it seems deserted. I expected someone to be waiting for us," he remarked, his tone filled with curiosity.
Baldur eyes darting nervously. "Maybe they're being cautious, keeping a low profile," he suggested, his voice laced with anticipation.
Ben, his senses on high alert, glanced around, his voice steady. "We should remain vigilant. This place feels eerie. Let's proceed with caution," he advised, his tone focused.
