As he sat there, catching his breath and letting the adrenaline subside, Isiah couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
Isiah didn't enter the factory, he just kept looking at it from the outside,he felt a sense of relief wash over him. The place was eerily quiet, with no sign of anyone else around.
" Ciel, wait for me " he shouted .
He made his way through the dimly lit corridors, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The factory was massive, with dozens of rooms and passages that seemed to stretch on endlessly.
Despite the solitude, Isiah felt a sense of comfort in the isolation. The quietness of the factory was a welcome respite from the noise and chaos of the outside world.
He could hear the sound of his own breathing, the rustle of his clothes, and the soft shuffling of his feet as he walked. It was a peaceful sound, a world away from the clamor of the city he had left behind.
