George followed Amara through the labyrinth of abandoned streets, his senses on high alert after their recent confrontation. Eventually, they arrived at another dilapidated building, this one a former office complex with most of its windows shattered and ivy creeping up its weathered facade.
As they entered through a rusted fire escape, George couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the musty smell that permeated the air. The interior was no better than the exterior - peeling wallpaper, broken furniture strewn about, and a thick layer of dust covering every surface.
"You know," George said, trying to inject some levity into the tense atmosphere, "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but your choice in real estate is... well, let's just say it leaves something to be desired."
