Aurelia and her team arrived at Central, the imposing stronghold looming before them.
The lair stands tall, its gray walls stark and cold, the windows layered with bulletproof metal that shimmered faintly in the early morning light. It's more than just a building—it's a fortress designed to keep everyone out, to make anyone who dares approach feel small and insignificant. She'd been here once before, and yet the oppressive atmosphere hadn't lessened. If anything, the sense of foreboding seemed even heavier this time.
The air is crisp and biting, the kind that settles deep in your bones, making each breath feel sharper than the last. The silence of the frigid morning amplifies the sound of their boots crunching against the gravel as they advance. Her mind is sharp, her nerves taut, but the unease tugging at her chest refused to be ignored.
There is something about this place—something hostile, something dark—that feels wrong.
