After several turns, they entered an alleyway so tight that two people could barely walk side by side.
Laundry lines stretched overhead between leaning buildings. Cracked walls pressed in from both sides, and puddles of murky water reflected the dull gray sky. Somewhere nearby, rats scurried through trash piles.
"This is it, boss," Reth said quietly.
At first glance, the place looked like nothing more than a dead end. Broken crates were stacked against one wall, and old posters peeled off the bricks. But Harlan stepped forward with confidence, brushing aside a hanging cloth near the corner.
Behind it was a narrow wooden door, so weathered it blended almost perfectly with the surrounding wall.
If you didn't know it was there, you'd walk right past.
Kain glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one had followed them.
Harlan raised his hand and knocked.
Not loudly.
Just three soft taps, spaced evenly.
They waited.
