THIRD PERSON POV
The rain had worsened by the time Victor Langley arrived at the new location.
A dull, metallic warehouse sat on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by mud and silence. The rhythmic drumming of rain on the roof was the only sound that dared to fill the air.
His car halted, headlights slicing through the dimness. Two of his men stood outside the wide steel doors, drenched but alert. They straightened the moment Victor stepped out, long coat darkened by rain, jaw set, his expression unreadable.
"Inside," he ordered quietly.
The men exchanged a look before pushing the heavy doors open. The scent of rust, damp concrete, and fear greeted him. Somewhere deeper in the building, a faint sound echoed... A cough, or maybe a whimper.
Victor's footsteps were steady, deliberate. He didn't flinch at the cold or the gloom. His mind was colder than the storm.
