Chapter 49: The Safest Place
In the slums of Erika City, the night whispered through the cracks and holes of the makeshift homes of the forsaken residents. These shelters were no more than rusted roofs, substandard planks, and trash assembled into make-believe homes that could collapse at any moment.
Mikel quietly walked through the narrow paths between these shacks until he reached a large junkyard. His eyes glossed over the piles of junk before catching sight of a small shack nestled near the mountain of refuse.
"Boss..." the female ghost looked around nervously. "I don't think we should be here."
The male ghost nodded, his entire ghostly figure shivering with dread. "It smells... wrong here."
They both lifted their gazes toward the small shack, their faces twisting with discomfort, sensing something deeply, undeniably wrong inside.
The quiet stillness felt eerily wrong and suffocating. They looked at Mikel, worry plastered across their pale faces.
"Boss, how about we go to the next location?" the male ghost asked nervously. "I don't feel good about this. It wasn't like this when we came here last night."
The female ghost nodded profusely.
Last night, when another ghost reported something strange here, they came to investigate. They'd scouted ahead to spare Mikel from wasting time on a false lead. They knew something was wrong in this place because they couldn't even get close. But tonight, it was worse.
But Mikel remained silent.
He focused on his Night Vision while Doom scanned the area.