The entire compound was surrounded by a tall metal fence, reinforced with spikes and what looked like an electric current running through it. Security was tight—no doubt about it.
Leah and the others knew exactly what this place was—a goddamn hellhole. Once an ordinary person stepped inside, they were in for a world of suffering, the kind that could rival the depths of hell itself.
The bald brute stepped forward, the heavy iron lock clanking as he unfastened it. With a slow, grating creak, he pushed the massive gate open just enough for them to pass.
"Go on in."
"Alright."
Ethan, unfazed as always, led the group inside without hesitation.
Mia, following closely behind, didn't just step through—she turned back and swiftly locked the gate shut behind them, securing it tight with practiced ease.
The bald man raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. Huh. Thoughtful of her.
