**Isabella**
We entered the building careful not to make any sound. It was filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. The smell of cigars and expensive cologne was strong.
Chris led the way, tense but determined. Cross and I followed, looking around for any sign of Razor. We walked through a narrow hallway, passing several closed doors, until we reached a larger room at the end.
Inside, a group of men were gathered around a table, having a heated discussion. Their conversation stopped abruptly when we entered, and everyone stared at us. A blond man at the head of the table, dressed sharply, raised an eyebrow.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" he asked coldly.
"We're here to see Gray Knights," I said firmly, using Razor's new name. "It's important."
The man leaned back, studying us. "And why should I let you see him?"
