Sam POV
I’m standing on an empty road surrounded by large warehouses. To the left of me is a large row of modern-looking warehouses. Each one looks similar with a grey metal exterior and each one has a large yellow number on the front just above its large metal doors. A tall metal fence made up of tall flat metal posts runs around the large forecourt of the buildings with protruding spikes on the top of each metal post, and litter is strewn across the ground, gathering around the bottom of the fence. To the right of me is a variety of older-looking warehouses. One of them has its large doors open and a red light is emitting from the inside, people are moving around but I can smell that its members of Silas’ coven, they reek of death, and their putrid stench is overpowering, even out in th
