Picking her black mask, Elisa covered her head with a black cap. Without hesitation, she opened the window, sliding down through the toilet pipe .
She even didn't bother using the gate. She sneakly went out, jumping the fence without the security guard's knowledge. She hailed a cab that took her to an isolated dark street
" Ma'am, this place is so dangerous, it's not safe for a lady like you."
"I paid you to drop me here and not to be my advisor. So mind your business." Elisa coldly replied.
Elisa come down the cab and treked down deep into the dark street to a nearby private warehouse owned by her. Yet not in her names.
Years ago, college student Elisa , she'd purchased the warehouse under a false name of a dear friend, now lost to time and tragedy.
The warehouse, with its echoing emptiness and the faint, lingering scent of dust and decay, held more than just boxes and forgotten machinery. It held the remnants of her past.
