As he approached the designated meeting room, Yusuf couldn't shake the memory of the dead body hidden in the dark alley. The stench of death lingered in his mind, a macabre reminder of the cost of entanglement in this shadowed world.
He cast a brief glance back in the direction of the alley, the image of the lifeless figure etched into his consciousness.
The city, viewed through the manor's windows, appeared serene yet held secrets untold. The daylight filtered through the elaborate curtains, casting patterns of light and shadow across the polished floors.
Yusuf felt the weight of the city's gaze, as if every brick and cobblestone were privy to the intricate dance of deception that played out within its confines.
Before entering the meeting room, Yusuf took a moment to collect himself. His gaze shifted towards the blurred figure that had momentarily shared the alley with him.
