An hour passed, and the car came to a slow stop in front of a dilapidated factory.
The grey, decaying structure loomed ominously in the distance, hidden partially by the fog rolling in from the nearby hills. It was the kind of place that whispered of long-forgotten secrets and unspoken dangers, the kind of place that didn't welcome visitors.
But this was no ordinary visit.
Aurora, Verena, and Marcello had arrived, and their purpose here was far more complicated than mere curiosity.
"So this is where she is?" Aurora's voice cut through the silence. Her gaze fixed on the dark, brooding factory.
Verena nodded without hesitation. "Mm," she muttered, eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of movement.
The wind carried a faint scent of rust and old oil, a reminder that this place had been abandoned for far too long.
"You guys should stay and wait inside the car," Verena added, her voice quiet but firm.
