As the group led by Felix approached the hidden hideout, tension hung thick in the air. Father Andrewson, his face lined with worry, followed closely behind John, his steps hesitant yet determined. Felix, their guide through the labyrinth of back streets and alleys, moved with a quiet confidence, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger.
Finally, they arrived at the unassuming door concealed within the dilapidated building. Felix paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob, as he exchanged a meaningful glance with John. With a nod of assurance, Felix tapped out a series of coded knocks, a secret rhythm known only to those within their underground network.
