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 ...