THIRD PERSON POV
Drake arrived at the industrial site as the road died out behind him and the world opened into steel and concrete that felt too still to be real. He cut the engine but didn’t pause because hesitation was never part of what he did. The silence hit immediately and it was sharp enough that even the wind seemed careful. So he glanced once across the perimeter and kept walking anyway.
Blade’s voice still echoed in his head from earlier but he pushed it down because it had no place here anymore. Brax’s warning sat just beneath it but it didn’t slow him earlier.
He stepped through the broken entrance and into the yard and every movement around him felt staged like the place had been waiting for him specifically.
“You really picked a dead place.” Drake muttered under his br
