He approached cautiously, his footsteps muffled by the damp earth. The barn doors were slightly ajar, revealing only darkness inside. The scent hit him before he stepped in—something foul, a mixture of damp wood, mold, and something else. Something metallic. His throat tightened.
Daniel hesitated, every nerve screaming at him to turn around. But he had come this far. He forced himself to step inside, the wooden floor groaning under his weight. Shadows stretched along the walls, and his eyes adjusted slowly. Then, he saw them—rows of cages, stacked against the walls.