The word ominous flashed through Shaan's mind the moment they reached their destination. No wonder—the building's walls peeled like dead skin, every layer cracked and abandoned. Damp patches crawled across the surface and turned it pitch-black, the kind of sight people often connect with something… unnatural.
"Mr. Courier, are you sure this is the place?" Shaan rubbed his eyes repeatedly. "I mean… we're far from the busy areas, and I don't see anyone around."
"Yes, this matches the address." Mr. Courier blinked his eyes and pointed ahead. "Look at that. It says here that it's house number 6. Rosefield residence," he nodded his head confidently. "Come on, we have to go inside and find the customer who ordered this.
"O-okay…"
Their footsteps echoed clearly as they stepped into the building. Just as Shaan had said, there was no one here except for a pile of items covered in white cloth.
'God… I didn't expect the place to look like this.'
