Lilith led Liam through a narrow side hallway, her heels clicking lightly against the floor as the pair exited the main building and approached the back compound. The morning air hit Liam's face as they stepped outside, but he barely noticed it—he was too busy wondering what kind of "lowkey" car she had tucked away that needed its own private entrance.
After another minute of walking in silence, they reached it: a single, heavy-looking steel door embedded into the concrete wall at the far end of the lot. No markings. No signs. Just a thick chain across the handle and a rusted old padlock.
Lilith reached into her back pocket and pulled out the plain black key she had grabbed earlier. With a soft click, the padlock dropped open.
She unhooked the chain, pushed open the door, and stepped aside.
"After you," she said dryly.
Liam blinked as he stepped into what looked like a pitch-black, empty garage. The air inside smelled musty—like old oil, dust, and forgotten metal.
