The licker's carcass shimmered with bioluminescent pus, its mutated spine curving upward like a fossilized coral reef. Yue Xi leaned against a pallet of mildewed rice sacks, watching moonlight warp through the warehouse's broken skylight. Her arcane ring pulsed rhythmically - not with magic, but with the same cadence as the glowing mushrooms growing through the security guard's eye sockets.
She nearly choked on her protein bar when the canned peaches began weeping black ichor. The entire warehouse seemed alive in the worst possible way: ceiling beams oozed sap that smelled of burnt hair, pallet jacks moved when no one was looking, and the emergency exit sign kept spelling "LEAVE" in glowing bacteria.
The real treasure trove was the walk-in safe. Cartons of Cuban cigars had sprouted fungal blooms resembling human ears. Cases of vintage wine now contained viscous liquid that sloshed against the glass like it was trying to escape. Amidst this chaos, a Rolex Daytona gleamed with sinister perfection, its chronograph hands permanently frozen at 9:47 - the exact moment she'd entered the game pod.