The warehouse at the edge of town was just as Tamsin had described. None of the locals seemed to even realize it was there, but a few would shake their heads at it as if it was a disgrace to their town. Whenever asked about it, they'd say it made all of them look bad before rushing off.

"Are you thinking more of a sick mortal or a monster?" Will asked as they got to the doors. "I don't have a weapon on me."

"I've got my sword if needed." Nico ran a finger over his skull ring. "Don't worry. This guy isn't going to escape justice." As his eyes sparked and his face set in a grim reminder of his intentions, Will could see how this boy was related to the Underworld. Hades himself had once said that nobody escaped justice, not even after death. And his son was there to carry that out.

Nico moved his hand to the door and with a small push, the door opened. They were at a back exit that opened up to a dust-covered room, which looked to have once been a break room. A table in the middle, lockers on either side. Another door led out into what Nico assumed to be the main room.

Will laid his bag down on the table before taking one of his coats off. Nico watched him in silence before opening the door when he knew Will was ready, the old metal creating an eerie screech throughout the building. As they walked into the large room, they closed the door behind them to find that the lock had been moved upward, moved so that nobody beneath five feet could open the door.

"That's his way of keeping her in." Nico flicked the lock before looking over the room. No windows, made of metal, old machines left abandoned and broken. A catwalk bordered the area and then ran overhead, created a cross over the ground floor where guards had once watched over the workers. Now, it looked too unstable to walk on.

"Where should we look?" Will whispered. "You think he would have heard us come in, wouldn't you?"

Nico glanced around the room, frowned when he felt only one soul in the building. Small, trembling, faded. "He's not here. Only she is. See if you can find a light switch." He walked further into the room and looked around, trying to find where he felt her soul. "Lillian? My name's Nico. I came to save you."

Will's hand felt around the wall for some ten minutes before he found the large panel of light switches. He turned all of them on and illuminated the room before following Nico, their boots echoing throughout the room. With the lights on, he finally spotted another door. "Nico, try that door."

Nico looked at the door before jogging over to it, sighing at the lock. This time it was higher than he could reach, near the very top of the heavy door. "Will, will you do the honors?"

Will smirked at Nico before unlocking the door. He pushed it open before stepping back, letting Nico through first. In the dark room, they could hear small footsteps run off. Will flipped the light switch on to reveal a small room, empty besides a worn mattress and articles of clothing.

"Hey, Lillian..." Nico's voice was soft as he stepped further into the room. His eyes were on the little girl in the corner, on the girl that looked to be skin and bones beneath the small shirt she wore, which was her only article of clothing. "My name is Nico. Your mom sent me and Will to come get you. We brought a coat for you." He looked to Will. "Go get the coat?"

Will ran from the room, leaving Nico alone. He knelt down and reached for the girl. "It's okay, Lillian. It's okay. I'm a good guy. I'm your mom's stepson."

The small girl was pressed against the furthest wall out of complete fear. She stared at Nico in silence before looking at his fingerless gloves, her small face twisting into curiosity. She took a couple steps closer to Nico and before he knew it, she was sitting in front of him with her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around herself. "You know momma?"

"Yeah, I do. She sent me here to save you. She said a bad man took you." Nico explained. "I came to make sure that man doesn't hurt anyone ever again."

She looked up at him, looked in his eyes before pointing at his hands. "Can I have one of those?"

"Hm?" he took the gloves off. "Yeah, sure. Let's get them on you." He put them on her small hands as Will's footsteps came back. "And that other boy is getting you a nice warm coat."

"A coat...what's that?" Lillian looked down at her hands in awe. "It's warm?"

Nico nodded. "Course."

"Here, Nico." Will came back in and handed the coat to him. "I'll keep an eye out for anyone while you get that on her."

"Thanks," Nico took the coat and helped Lillian put it on. "Are you hurt anywhere? We can fix you up."

"I'm okay." Lillian closed her eyes as she buried herself in the coat. Persephone had made it for the average six-year-old, but it swallowed Lillian and her skinny frame.

A door slamming caused a mix reaction from the three. Lillian ran back to her corner and curled up within the coat, Nico stood up and got his sword out, and Will stood in front of Lillian as a human shield. Nico nodded once to him before walking out of the small room, entering the main workroom to find a middle-aged man coming towards them.

The man stopped short when he saw Nico, a scowl forming on his swollen lips. "Who are you?"

"I could ask you the same." Nico rested the sword on his shoulder as if it was a baseball bat. "Are you the man that took Lillian? What have you done to her, you bastard? She looks like a poor skeleton."

"You call me the bastard?" the man brought a gun from his pocket and made sure Nico saw it. "You come in here, probably looking for a place to do drugs, and you just take my girl? I'll have to kill you for that."

"Your girl? You don't own her." Nico leveled the sword with the man's heart. "Nobody owns her. And for your information, I didn't come to do drugs. I came to get my step sister and bring her home."

"And I came to kill you," Nico added after a minute of thought. "Yeah, that seems about right. I knew I couldn't leave without doing so. I came to kill you."