When Lucian opened the sliding door of the station, they simultaneously covered their noses because the station emitted a foul odor mixed with dampness.
The fire station was already in a miserable condition. The floor was covered in mud, while the walls were overgrown with moss.
The fire trucks were scattered around the station, the firefighting equipment was empty, probably looted by people when the world was in chaos.
"I'm not sure there's a place to hide here." Medeia checked the compass repeatedly, and its needle kept pointing toward the fire station.
"He is here." Tian lowered his eyes and looked at the faint footsteps on the mud. The footprints were scattered everywhere, making it difficult for them to find Ren's location. "I know he is here."
[Ding! You've already arrived at your destination.]