Despite it being late spring, the weather is still dull and cloudy. When the sun shows itself from behind a cloud it's gloriously warm under the canopy of trees, but the more Lucien walks, the less it seems inclined to come out. He's not normally one to get spooked by nature, but the hair at the back of his neck is already standing on end before he even sees the
entrance to the underground bunker.
Lucien can't take his eyes off it... "That's not at all creepy..."
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