Erica Vale;
…This warehouse smells like rust. It's disgusting and repulsive to say the least, but it's the best place to have this meeting.
Devon has his eyes all over the city. I can't risk him finding out I came to Aurelianian again, or worse, finding out the details of the meeting.
So, for the meantime, I have to endure the gutting smell of rainwater that's spent years stuck in cracked concrete without ever truly drying.
The ceiling above us is high and bare. For a second I stare at its steel beams, which disappear into darkness, and the weak evening light spilling in through the broken windows high above.
It is an ugly place. An empty, forgotten place… and yet that's something I like about it.
Places like this tell the truth. They… strip people down.
Take away their offices, their houses, their money, and their titles until all that's left is the person beneath them.
