Declyn stood in front of a digital keypad. He pressed an eight-digit code, and the door clicked open.
Declyn entered the dark apartment and frowned at the stale air. It seemed like no one had been there for years. Did he get into the wrong place?
This was one of many apartments owned by the Guardians. They owned properties all over the world. It allowed them to move among humans without leaving a trail by staying in hotels.
"You are late," A gravely voice was heard from the darkness.
Declyn smirked when he recognized the voice. It was Gregory, and that meant he was in the right place.
"It was not easy to find him," Declyn said and pulled the man to the front who was hiding behind him.
A soft click was heard, and warm light illuminated the area.
It was the living room of an apartment where furniture was covered in white bedsheets.
