Falcon and Aurelia skimmed the rooftops, moonlight painting them silver against the indigo canvas of the night. Beneath them, the town sprawled like a sleeping beast, unaware of the serpent's game slithering through its dreams. They were following Medusa's cryptic whispers, faint echoes left like breadcrumbs on the wind, leading them to an abandoned mansion on the outskirts.
The air around the dilapidated structure crackled with a cold tension. Vines, like strangling hands, clawed at the crumbling facade, and owls hooted their mournful songs from shadowed balconies. Inside, echoes whispered through dusty halls, and the wind sighed through broken windows, a symphony of decay.
"Orchid will go in first," Falcon whispered, his voice a mere breath against the night. "We'll provide backup from the shadows."
