All the food and other supplies on the island need to be purchased from outside since it's impossible to shop every day. The storage here contains some food, alcohol, and other necessities.
Because everyone here is familiar, the place isn't locked.
This late, there shouldn't be anyone coming to retrieve things. Confirming it's temporarily safe, the extremely exhausted Leng Zimo cautiously clutches his gun, leaning against the wall beside the door, and raises a hand to press the wireless mic on his collar.
"I'm in the storage room on the right side of the villa."
These past few days, he barely slept at all. This time, he followed Leng Zirui onto the island, then went through hours of trekking in the mountains, causing significant physical exertion.
Sitting on the ground, back against the wall, Leng Zimo holds his gun with his left hand, carefully listening to any sound outside the door, daring not to relax even slightly.
On the other end of the signal.
