In the heart of Newhaven, the city's pulse beat strongest, and at its epicenter stood Tega Doherty, a man whose name sent shivers down the spines of both friend and foe alike. His grip on the city was firm, his influence pervasive, but even the most powerful of men faced challenges they could not foresee.
Tega sat in his dimly lit office, the glow of the city's lights casting long shadows across the room. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more pressing than the last. Reports of unrest among rival gangs, whispers of dissent within his own ranks – it was enough to make even a man of his stature feel the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Just as he was about to lose himself in the depths of his thoughts, a sharp rap on the door jolted him back to reality. Without waiting for an invitation, Marcus, his most trusted advisor, entered the room with a grave expression on his face.
