117 Children of Mana, Part One

"This is it. Unless she was referring to some other warehouse I do not know of," Enverna said, pointing ahead to the structure in the distance.

The old warehouse loomed before them, its weathered exterior casting long shadows across the desolate street.

Lianna's heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as she stepped through the rusty doorway, her companions close behind.

[Ah.... How has she been? It's only been like a month or two, but it feels like it's been a lot longer since I last saw her.] 

The interior was dimly lit, the air heavy with the faint scents of decay, dust, and metal. 

Lianna's gaze swept over the abandoned space, searching for any sign of her former classmate.

And then she found her. 

Mel stood in the center, her vibrant purple hair cascading in loose waves around her shoulders.