Exploring the Site
When the family arrived at the warehouse, they were met with a structure clearly long-abandoned. Graffiti-covered walls and rotting wood beams showed decades of decay. Piles of discarded materials and twisted metal were scattered everywhere. Nyx, normally calm, began sniffing the air intensely, his body alert. “He’s definitely sensing something,” Grace whispered, watching him closely.
Mr. Johnson found a faded tag half-buried under rubble. “Looks like this place hasn’t been touched in years,” he said. Alex kicked at another pile, revealing an old, rusted dog bowl. “You don’t think…?” he trailed off, eyes wide. Sunlight filtered through cracked windows, casting eerie shadows. The warehouse didn’t just look abandoned—it felt like it was hiding something.
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