Akira and Ayaka slipped out through a side exit, avoiding the main areas where SPIU agents were still conducting their investigation.
The walk took fifteen minutes, with both of them constantly checking over their shoulders for any sign of pursuit.
"This drain, how does it work?" Akira asked, breaking the silence.
Ayaka glanced at him, her lips curving into a slight, knowing smile. "I'm a succubus, remember? I act as a heat sink. Your body absorbed essence; I draw it out through... connection. Skin-to-skin, friction, binding our energies. It's the only way to siphon it safely without alerting their scanners."
Akira swallowed. "So, like a ritual? Sounds intense."
"Exactly," she replied, with a hint of seduction in her voice. "Desperate times call for it. We don't have much choice. If we don't purge this now, you're walking into a trap."
They pulled up to a warehouse, an old brick building with shattered windows and faded graffiti tags crawling up the walls like veins.
