Alexis
The graffiti-covered wall conceals the true entrance to the café. However, if you know where to look, a carefully disguised door serves as the portal to this hidden sanctuary. The door seems ordinary enough, but with a whispered passphrase, it swings open silently, revealing a narrow, dimly lit staircase that descends into the depths below.
The setup reminded me of the safe house back in Chicago that had been destroyed and rebuilt. Nathan and the rest of the gang had not reported back for some time. Knowing they had their own battles to fight along with some personal repairs, I was lenient regarding the time they would need. Now that I think back, even so, they would at least report, once a week, amidst all the things that had been thrown at us to deal with.
My instincts were te
