CHAPTER 158

　　The warehouse stood out in the middle of a vast compound at the outskirts of town, the compound was a deserted one with crows as the only inhabitant of it, hopping through the breadth of the compound.

　　The faded paints on the wall that were gradually peeling off and the cracks that run parallel in different direction through the length of the walls was a hint that told the tale of how old the building was, and the rustiness of the metallic frame work of the doors and windows told the tale of it also being an abandoned building.

　　The harsh rays of the sun that was shining in its full glory up in the sky, found a way into the building through holes on the walls and windows, and the gaps in the ceiling were falling apart.

　　The furniture that were probably left behind when the occupants of the warehouse were leaving was covered in a sheet of dust and cobwebs. The ceiling was not left out with the infestation of the dust as it also dappled with cobwebs.