Despite the dim, oppressive darkness inside the warehouse, Siddharth could sense it was morning. The faint, pale glow of sunlight seeped through the shattered windows, casting jagged patterns across the floor.

Groaning, Siddharth sat up, his head throbbing as if a sledgehammer had been taken to it. He pressed his thumb and forefinger to his temples, cursing his decision to drink beyond his limits the night before.