In a dimly lit underground hideout, Mia and Jack huddled around a makeshift table scattered with maps, documents, and a flickering candle.
Mia's brow furrowed in deep concentration, while Jack's fingers nervously tapped against the table.
Mia was a young woman dressed in worn-out pants and a ragged jacket who appeared to be in her early twenties.
Engaged in conversation, the young woman turned to a man in his thirties who seemed to be looking at the maps before him. Their clothing was dirty and covered in dust from their harsh surroundings.
The man, Jack, had a rugged appearance with a scruffy beard. Despite their worn-out attire, there was a determined glint in their eyes.
"I heard there was an incident in the city a few days ago," she mentioned.
"There was nothing in the newspaper. Like it didn't happen at all."
