I reached the address Magnus sent me. The air was thick with the scent of rust and salt, a mixture of metal and the distant ocean breeze. A towering chain-link fence surrounded the shipping yard, and beyond it, rows of containers stretched into the distance like a graveyard of steel coffins.
I slipped through a weak spot in the fence, my footsteps light on the concrete. The place was quiet. Too quiet.
Moving deeper into the yard, I ran my fingers along the cold surface of the nearest container. A large "X" was spray-painted onto its body. Something about it felt off. I unlatched the heavy door and pulled it open. The stench hit me first—stale air, sweat, and something human.
Inside, a piece of rope lay in the corner, frayed at the edges. A single high heel was discarded near the entranc
