A desolate building on the outskirts of Belmond.
The place was so barren it was hard to tell when it was last touched by human hands.

It was inevitable.
Belmond was a declining city, with younger generations leaving in droves.
Naturally, the outskirts bore the marks of what they left behind when they departed.

But everything has two sides.
Just as a poison that kills in large doses can serve as medicine in small amounts,
a place abandoned by prying eyes and attention could become a haven for unwelcome guests.

Shhh.
A woman squinted …