Mattew arrived at the location Magnus had sent without delay.
The air around the shipping yard felt heavy, filled with the sharp scent of rust and salt carried in from the distant ocean. A tall chain-link fence surrounded the entire area, and beyond it, rows of metal containers stood in long lines, stretching into the distance like silent, lifeless structures.
He found a weak opening in the fence and slipped through without making a sound. His movements were controlled, his steps light against the hard concrete.
The silence inside the yard was unsettling. It was too still, too empty, as if something had been deliberately cleared out.
Mattew moved further in, his hand brushing lightly against the cold surface of a nearby container. His eyes narrowed when he noticed a large “X” painted a
