The black market was nestled deep in the heart of the city's underbelly, hidden beneath layers of false storefronts, back-alley connections, and a network of whispered transactions. To the untrained eye, it was just another abandoned warehouse—a relic of the past, decaying with time. But for those in the know, it was a thriving ecosystem of crime, desperation, and opportunity.
Getting in wasn't going to be easy.
Milan led the way, his confidence making it seem as though he had walked these paths a thousand times before. Anthony, in contrast, strode in with the same relaxed energy he carried everywhere—like this was just another weekend outing. The rest of us kept to the shadows, eyes scanning every movement, every shift in the air that could signal a problem.
