CHAPTER 156.

Meanwhile, as Louis stepped out of the cab and onto the dusty ground of Dunstown, the vehicle sped away, leaving her surrounded by an unsettling silence. She gazed around, taking in the desolate scenery. The street was lined with overgrown bushes, their tangled branches stretching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. Amidst this neglect, a large, uncompleted building loomed before her.

The structure, a behemoth of concrete, stood like a ghostly sentinel, its skeletal frame a testament to abandoned dreams. Weeds pushed through the cracks in the foundation, as if nature itself was attempting to reclaim the land. The building's walls, once intended to be a proud facade, now stood bare, exposing the raw innards of the structure. Windows gaped like empty eyes, their glass shattered, allowing the wind to whisper secrets through the hollows.

A faded sign, creaking in the gentle breeze, hung crookedly from the building's entrance. The words "Dunstown Plaza" were barely legible, peeling pain