The industrial lot had seen better days, maybe decades ago.
Cracked pavement, rusted chain-link fences, and scraggly trees fought to grow through the concrete, creating a scene of abandonment.
To the north, the towering remains of the old Tecnocap factory loomed, its shattered windows gaping like empty eyes while graffiti scrawled across the walls added an eerie presence to the setting.
Piles of rusted scrap metal littered the area, remnants of Warren's once industrious days.
At the entrance, a battered sign leaned crookedly, its peeling letters reading "Buy This Land" with a faded phone number beneath it.
The wind tugged at the sign, making it creak faintly as if whispering a long-forgotten promise.
The air smelled faintly of oil and decay, and Zoe saw the faint outline of the Western Reserve Greenway, the bike trail just beyond the lot, contrasting the bleak industrial view with a hint of green.
