The buzzer crackled."Yeah?" Hahn's voice rasped through the intercom."Damian Scott," he answered, running a hand through his damp hair, the drizzle clinging to him like a second skin. He removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his navy Henley while he waited.There was a pause before the response. "First floor above, second door on the right. Two knocks. Come on up."The door clicked. Damian pushed it open and stepped into the musty hallway, the scent of damp concrete and mildew wrapping around him. The walls bore decades of neglect, paint peeling like old wounds. He jogged up the stairs, his shoulders brushing the narrow walls.After knocking twice at the second door, it swung open. Agent Hahn leaned against the frame, a tissue pressed to her nose, smudged with streaks of crimson. Her dark curls sprang free from a messy bun, and her T-shirt hung loose at the shoulder, torn and smeared with blood."You're late," she muttered, waving him in.Damian stepped through, his gaze sc
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