On Lin Yu'an's way to the December isolation zone, they passed through a more secluded path, less traveled, leading to the central logistics area.
At the end of the passage was a row of metal buildings that looked more like temporary warehouses, differing significantly from the main research area's style.
One heavy iron door bore an almost faded warning sign: "Law Enforcement Temporary Regulated Supplies—Unauthorized Personnel Strictly Prohibited."
A strong scent, distinctly belonging to large felines and quite different from Arctic animals, faintly emanated from the gap under the door.
"What's in there?" Lin Yu'an asked curiously.
Max paused for a moment, a complex expression of sympathy and helplessness flashing across her face.
"It's a legacy issue of our center," she sighed softly, "a little unfortunate one that everyone is close to forgetting..."
Seeing the confusion in Lin Yu'an's eyes, she began explaining the unknown past.
