In the dimly lit alleyway, the wind howled like a pack of hungry wolves, their eerie cries carrying through the night. A single, yellow street lamp flickered fitfully, casting wavering shadows across the damp cobblestones. The air was thick with anticipation, as if something momentous was about to occur. A solitary figure, shrouded in a long, flowing cloak, stood motionless at the end of the alley, gazing fixedly at the abandoned warehouse before him. His eyes gleamed with determination, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew that what he was about to do would change everything. With a final burst of energy, he raced toward the warehouse door, slamming his shoulder against it with all his might. The old wood groaned and splintered, revealing the darkness within. The figure pushed the door open wide, revealing the dusty, cobweb-strewn interior. His heart hammering in his chest, he stepped inside, the only sound his footsteps on the creaky floorboards. The warehouse was enormous, wi