Haven’s Perspective

I had always believed that if you wanted something badly enough, you didn’t wait for fate to hand it to you. You designed fate. Took charge of it and get what you want.

That was what I was doing now.

Everything had been arranged with meticulous care, so precise that even I felt a thrill watching the final pieces fall into place. The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts had once been used for freight transfer, then forgotten when the northern routes collapsed.

It had no ...