Chapter 140 A Threat

• Rina's POV
• The storage unit sat at the end of a rusted corridor beneath an old industrial lot Cain had access to—remote, decaying, and forgotten by the world. It smelled like time and secrets. The kind of place where ghosts didn't haunt—they lingered, waiting to be found.
• Its rolling shutter creaked as I unlocked it with the key Cain had handed me earlier that morning. He’d said nothing. Just pressed it into my palm, his jaw tight and his gaze grim. I’d learned not to ask questions when Cain wore that look. Whatever waited inside, he believed I was ready for it.