Eventually, the car came to a stop in front of one of the few places that stood out in this desolate part of town—a brightly lit building with a marquee announcing itself as *Theatre of Nightmares.*
The words were spelled out in bold Greek letters above the entrance, giving the place an eerie grandeur. The theater's exterior was decorated with dramatic splashes of color, a contrast to the surrounding gloom, though the garishness only added to the unsettling atmosphere it presented.
The driver stepped out, hastily moving to open Barclay's door. He slid out with a calm smoothness, adjusting his dark suit as he rose to his full height.
His polished shoes made a soft *tap* against the wet concrete, the fog swirling slightly around his ankles as he straightened his cuffs.
"Let's get this over with," he muttered, looking around with even more of a frown.
