The Zenith Tower loomed above them, a metallic behemoth against the neon-drenched night sky. Its windows, once gleaming reflections of the city's life, now seemed cold and watchful, each pane a potential eye of the Puppeteer. Inside, tension crackled in the air, fueled by fear and anticipation.
Anya, Sarah, Ethan, and Maya stood shoulder-to-shoulder, a motley crew bound by a shared purpose. Mr. Lee/Alex, shrouded in his enigmatic silence, paced before them, his face an unreadable mask.
"The Puppeteer is approaching," he announced, his voice devoid of emotion. "He's bringing reinforcements, digital puppets twisted into monstrous forms by his will."
Ethan, ever the soldier, adjusted his combat gear, his jaw set in grim determination. "We're ready for him."
Maya, her brow furrowed in concentration, monitored the Puppeteer's digital trail. "He's entering the mainframe. Brace yourselves."
