The streets were eerily quiet as Eamon, Pierrot, and the rest of the team headed toward their next location—a condemned building at the edge of Crown's Hill. Rumors had circulated that it was a hotspot for demonic activity, but no one had ventured close enough to confirm it until now.
"Are we expecting possession or something worse?" Sycamore asked, his eyes scanning the crumbling exterior of the building.
"We don't know for sure," Quill answered, tightening his grip on his weapon. "But whatever it is, it's strong enough to warp the area. People keep disappearing. We need to be ready for anything."
Eamon's heart raced as they approached the entrance. He could see the smoke. Thick and suffocating, it curled ominously around the building, clinging to the walls like oil. The others couldn't see it, but Eamon knew what it meant. Something dangerous was waiting inside.
