Click.
Clang.
The heavy doors kicked open, groaning on their hinges through the rust.
The bald enforcer stepped into the room, holding a heavy round of reinforced cable, ready to drag the merchant down to the holding cells.
But as he crossed the threshold, he stopped dead in his tracks.
He blinked, his thick brow furrowing in deep confusion.
The factory floor was huge, and while the apocalyptic sky outside was dim, the shattered skylights always let in a dull, bloody haze inside to see.
But right now, the room was pitch dark.
It wasn't just an absence of light but felt like the shadows themselves had gained physical mass.
The darkness was thick, practically suffocating, swallowing the hallway light the second it spilled through the open door.
"Huh?" the enforcer grunted, his voice sounding weirdly low in the heavy air.
"What the fuck happened in here?"
