This time, the connection was quick. After Dean said he had arrived, a scruffy, bearded white man in his twenties opened the mill door and waved to him.
"Dean?"
The white man enthusiastically welcomed Dean into the dilapidated mill.
As Dean surveyed his surroundings, he frowned and said, "Yes, but are you sure you can help me? This place doesn't look like a very good workplace."
The place looked neglected. The air was filled not only with the smell of rotting wood but also a faint stench of animal feces, making one suspect it had previously been used to raise poultry.
The young man shrugged and made a thought-provoking statement, "Because it's sufficiently dilapidated and inconspicuous, we can be the light in the darkness, instead of being swallowed by it!"
Having said that, he waved to Dean, signaling him to follow him upstairs.
CREAK.
The decayed wooden staircase made one worry that stepping on it could cause a collapse.
