The meat processing plant loomed against the night sky like a monument to decay. Broken windows stared down at them like empty eyes, and the smell of rot and old blood hung heavy in the air. The building had been abandoned for years, but someone was clearly using it now.
"I don't like this," Dorian muttered as they approached. "It's too quiet."
"I agree," Lucas said eyeing the place suspiciously. "This feels like a trap."
"It probably is," Leona replied, looking around their surroundings. "But we are going in anyway."
Thaila held Leona's hands. "Leona what if it's a trap?"
Leona considered it for a second, "It probably is, but we don't have much choice, do we? She is in danger because of us. We can't just stand by and do nothing while an innocent little girl pays the price."
Thaila nodded solemnly. "You're right but I just think you should tell your father…"
"No." Leona said firmly. "My father would never agree to it and you know this."
