The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Samuel's POV)

I pulled up near the abandoned warehouse, killing the Maserati's engine. The place was isolated, hidden away in the industrial district where no one would bother looking.

The faint hum of distant traffic was the only sound in the air.

I stepped out, shutting the car door silently before scanning the area. The place was old, rusted, and falling apart—but not empty.

I could sense it.

Someone had been here recently.

I exhaled, rolling my shoulders before moving forward.

I kept my steps light, careful, using the shadows to my advantage.

The main warehouse doors were locked from the inside, but that didn't matter. I wasn't planning on using the front entrance anyway.

Instead, I circled around to the back, where a metal side door stood slightly ajar.

"Sloppy."