The dark circles crept up the building's exterior, an eerie prelude to the confrontation about to unfold. As they reached the rooftop, shimmering like static on an old television, Reggie and Randal materialized from the shadows. Their eyes glowed fiercely in the pre-dawn light, fixed on Elena's back as she stood motionless at the railing, her gaze locked on a distant figure approaching the brothel.
Reggie broke the tense silence, his voice low and controlled. "You did a good job hiding from us all these years, Elena. But we've finally found you." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. "We can make this quick. Just give us what we came for."
Elena didn't flinch, her eyes never leaving the mysterious figure in the distance. Her voice dripped with disdain as she responded, "And what exactly is it that you want? Revenge?" She let out a bitter laugh.
