Storage keepers.
None of them had survived.
Blood covered the floor.
Weapon racks had been torn apart.
Empty.
Andrew's expression darkened.
"...Too late."
He slowly looked toward the missing display rack.
The place where the assassin's scythe had been stored.
Gone.
He clicked his tongue.
"...Damn it."
Then—
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!
The explosion rolled across the city.
Even inside the warehouse—
The walls trembled.
Dust rained from the ceiling.
Andrew turned immediately.
"...What now?"
Without another thought—
He sprinted back outside.
A towering column of black smoke rose above the western gate.
People screamed.
Alarm bells rang endlessly.
Andrew immediately broke into a full sprint.
"...This day..."
He accelerated.
"...could not get any worse."
He was wrong.
It was only getting started.