As the Nightstalkers and their newfound allies led Dominic and Marco to their hideout, tension hung thick in the air. Lucas, the leader of the Nightstalkers, exchanged wary glances with his comrades, unsure of what to make of the situation. Dominic and Marco, unaware of their hosts' true identities, followed along cautiously, their expressions a mixture of gratitude and apprehension.
Inside the dimly lit warehouse, the Nightstalkers wasted no time in tending to Marco's injured arm. Chloe, the medic of the group, approached Marco with a gentle touch, her hands deftly examining the wound.
"You're lucky it's just a flesh wound," Chloe remarked, her voice calm despite the gravity of the situation. "We'll clean it up and bandage it properly. You should be fine in a few days."
Marco nodded in silent appreciation, his eyes darting around the warehouse as he took in his surroundings. Meanwhile, Dominic hovered nearby, his gaze flickering between his injured companion and their mysterious hosts.
Lucas approached Dominic, his expression unreadable as he extended a hand in greeting. "I'm Lucas," he introduced himself, his voice steady. "We're the Nightstalkers."
Dominic shook Lucas' hand firmly, a sense of wariness still evident in his eyes. "I'm Dominic, and this is Marco," he replied, gesturing to his injured companion. "We can't thank you enough for your help back there."
Lucas nodded in acknowledgment, his mind racing with questions about Dominic and Marco's true identities. But for now, he chose to focus on the immediate task at hand—ensuring the safety of their unexpected guests.
As the Nightstalkers and their allies settled in for the night, the atmosphere in the warehouse remained tense yet tinged with a glimmer of hope. Though they had formed an unlikely alliance, the true test of their newfound camaraderie lay ahead, as they prepared to face the challenges and dangers that awaited them in the unforgiving streets of the city. And as they braced themselves for the trials to come, the Nightstalkers and their allies knew that they would need to trust one another if they hoped to survive in a world where alliances were forged and broken in the blink of an eye.