The flier lures these lost Kine to the same rundown warehouse that some Kindred had staked out in September. The warehouse is situated by the riverfront. Graffiti adorns the outer walls and large sliding doors; windows are broken out of their sills. The initial view shows only two entrances; a large sliding double door, and a smaller metal door beside that.
There is a man standing about fifteen feet from these doors, an electric lamp in his hand. The man is dressed in a black hoodie, and is wearing a black cloth mask over his mouth. A crude wooden sign ‘Come, those who seek the miracle’ is written in something red and mounted in a bucket of hardened cement by this man’s feet.