Chapter 87 - Chapter 87

The bustling, bright city they had left behind seemed like a distant memory. Here, in the industrial sector, the world was made of shadows and silence. The flashy neon signs of the main roads were gone, replaced by the deep, dark outlines of empty factories and warehouses. The air itself felt heavy and smelled of old metal, machine oil, and the wet, chilly breeze coming off the nearby river. The only noises were the faint, constant rumble of the highway in the distance and the unsettling sound of something small—a rat or a piece of trash—scurrying through the litter-filled alleyways.