When Hank stopped the car in front of an old, run-down building, my jaw nearly hit the floor. What kind of place was this? The entire building looked practically abandoned, with graffiti-covered walls, broken windows, and trash scattered everywhere.
“I’ll call you when I want you to come pick me up,” I told Hank.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to leave you in a place like this?”
“Yes, don’t worry.”
Once inside what seemed to be the reception area, I found a girl around my age sitting behind the counter reading a gossip magazine. A green-haired girl with several facial piercings sat behind the counter reading a gossip magazine.
I cleared my throat to get her attention.
“Hi,” I greeted.
“Did you get lost?” she asked when she noticed my uniform.
I forced a smile onto my lips.
“Not re
