The trio continued to tail Draven as he ventured deeper into the maze of old buildings, their footsteps quiet, blending with the ambient noise of the marketplace fading behind them. The buildings around them began to take on an eerie quality, their facades crumbling, their windows dark and vacant. It was the kind of place that had long since been abandoned, left to the creeping weeds and lingering shadows. Sharon kept a careful eye on Draven, her lips pressed into a hard line, her suspicions written plainly across her face.
"Look at him," Sharon muttered, her voice barely a whisper. "He's up to something—I just know it. No one comes out here unless they're hiding something."
