The air inside the warehouse was thick and damp, carrying the sour scent of mildew and rust.

A faint draft crept through the cracked walls, its icy tendrils licking at the exposed skin of Angelo and his men as they followed their guides deeper into the winding passage.

Shadows from flickering overhead lights danced on the walls, creating a sinister backdrop to the tense silence.

“Here we are,” one of the men muttered in a rough voice as he gestured to a heavy steel door.

The hinges screeched in protest as he yanked it open.

Angelo stepped inside, his boots scuffing against the grimy concrete floor.

His sharp eyes swept...