Miguel gripped the piece of map tightly, the blood from the wound on his back had soaked through his jacket. Every step he took on the snow felt like it was piercing his bones, but he kept walking. In the distance, the towering underground building with its roof covered in ice and snow looked like a frozen giant waiting for him. The cold wind continued to whip his face, making the pain even more real.
The building's door creaked as Miguel pushed it open. Inside, the cold felt different, like a lingering tension in the air. The dim light from the flickering fluorescent lights cast shadows on the rough concrete walls. With a heavy breath, he stepped into the elevator. The button felt cold as he pressed it, and the sound of the elevator moving downward sounded like the scream of an old machi
