The address scrawled on the worn piece of paper guided them to an unremarkable storage facility on the outskirts of the city. The building stood stark against the sky, its concrete façade marking it as a fortress for forgotten possessions. Inside, a dimly lit corridor branched out into a labyrinth of metal doors, each guarding the ebb and flow of lives once lived, now relegated to dust and memory.

With the special code Rafael had entrusted them, Damon hesitated only briefly before inputting ...