Chapitre 86: (LXXXVI) The Black Market

Jackson and Megan stepped past the husky doorman, entered the door, and descended the long staircase. Torches lit the walls as the pair walked through an expansive hallway, extending further than either could see. 

Doors lined each side, locked as Jackson recalled a striking resemblance of his surroundings to the mysterious bunker his grandmother disappeared inside. His heart began racing as he remembered the events from when he was eight years old. 

Megan glanced over at him, noticing the difference in his demeanor as they walked in silence. Despite no words being said, she knew something was bothering him and confirmed it when they came to a sturdy wooden door. 

His eyes widened as he gasped, grabbing the silver pendant hanging in front of his chest as he reached slowly for the cast iron handle. He grasped the cold metal, tugging the door open.