"Hakcuhh!"
The sneeze echoed off the iron walls and came back to him multiplied, bouncing between the two massive storage tanks that flanked him on either side like rusted sentinels.
Revan pressed himself deeper into the narrow gap between them, his body curled into a ball with his knees drawn to his chest and his arms wrapped around his shins, shivering so hard that his teeth rattled against each other in a rhythm he couldn't control.
"What the hell is this place," he muttered through chattering teeth, his breath fogging in the stale, chemical-tinged air. "Everything is sealed tighter than a Vespera family secret."
He had spent the last hour meticulously scouting the facility.
For sixty minutes, he became a shadow, drifting through corridors, testing locks, and peering through every narrow crack. Every movement was a masterclass in stealth, fueled by fifteen years of expertise that The Silent Sin had etched into his very bones.
It should have been easy.
