Nyrissa stared at the brown and green dilapidated building she had parked outside. According to the directions that Frank had given her, this was the house where they were holding Natalie.
The walls were little more than peeling wood held together by moss and little else.
The windows were covered in faded newspapers, at least the ones that still had some glass. Others were either boarded up or shaded with cardboard. The garbage, dirt, and broken furniture piled up on what was left of the porch. Every piece of this house screamed about its neglect and abuse at its owner's hands.
She really did not want to go into that place and would have done anything to stay out of that place. But she knew she didn't have a choice. Natalie was there, and she would do whatever she needed to in order to save her little sister.
Nyrissa looked at her watch; she had ten minutes until the end of her new deadline.