Inside, he stepped into a narrow hallway dimly illuminated by fluorescent lights. The weak glow barely reached the corners, leaving much of the area shrouded in shadows.
Cigarette butts and empty liquor bottles littered the floor, forcing him to watch his step. It was clear that hygiene was not a priority here.
Well, it wasn't like Asher could complain, especially given the state he had lived in before.
Fortunately, his sense of smell was dulled, because the air was filled with the stench of stale smoke , mold and spilled alcohol.
Faded posters of sexy women and gang symbols scrawled in graffiti adorned the walls.
'I need to find cover first.' He slowly walked toward the corner, scanning his surroundings.
He didn't see any CCTV cameras, which was a relief. They likely wouldn't install anything that could serve as evidence of their illegal activities.
