Wukong reaches the cellar bottom, sword up, as damp darkness swallows the stairs behind him. Rot, incense, and old salt cling to the air. Ahead, shapes shift around stacked crates.
A narrow lamp glows to one side, revealing a worktable, a ring of keys, and fresh drag marks in the dust. The rhythmic thump below the floorboards stops.
The Hooded Factor
You took the long road down here.
A hooded figure steps from behind the crates, one hand near a ledger case, the other empty and ready. He blocks the path to the deeper cellar without fully showing his face.
The Hooded Factor
Turn back, and I may still let you leave with your skin.
Wukong sees the cellar key on the table, close enough to seize, and the hidden trail opens deeper into the warehouse conspiracy.
Get past the hooded factor