The Ghost Auditor

Chapter 52

The subterranean safehouse beneath the Indiana state line was heavy with the stench of damp earth, stale smoke, and unwashed metal. The silence was shattered by the heavy, echoing thunder of combat boots marching down the concrete corridor.

A dozen men stepped into the dim room, filling every corner with an oppressive, terrifying aura. They wore scarred tactical armor, their faces covered in dark, bone-shaped masks, and their eyes burned with a ruthless, unnatural red mana.

At the front of the