I instructed them to remain at the building's base, their faces etched with concern, a stark contrast to the composed facade I maintained.
The stairwell, dimly illuminated, seemed to stretch on indefinitely, each step echoing the sombre gravity of the impending confrontation.
A part of me yearned for more time, not from fear, but from a desire to deliver a more fitting retribution to the vile individuals above.
Yet, time was a luxury beyond my grasp.
Upon reaching the pinnacle, I hesitated momentarily at the sight of the penthouse's open doorway.
The sounds of boisterous laughter and the clinking of glass drifted out, a jarring prelude to the imminent storm.
Inside, four figures lounged in decadence, their laughter a stark juxtaposition to the impending tempest I was about to unleash.
The absence of the fifth member was noted but did not deter my resolve.
