The man and woman stood motionless in the center of the hall, their silhouettes barely visible in the dim lighting. The man, tall and broad-shouldered, wore a long trench coat with a fedora that obscured most of his face. The woman, slightly shorter but with a commanding presence, had her arms crossed over her chest, her piercing eyes fixed on Max and Leslie as they entered.
Max instinctively raised a hand, motioning for Leslie to stop. He narrowed his eyes, studying the duo.
"Who are you?" Max asked, his voice calm but firm.
The man tilted his head slightly, the shadow of his hat hiding his expression. "Funny. I was about to ask you the same thing," he replied, his voice deep and gruff.
The woman smirked. "Relax, boys. We're in the same boat as you," she said, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Trapped in this place, no clue how or why. The name's Victoria. And this is Ivan."
