X walked silently alongside Count Griffin, his masked face betraying no emotion even as his heart seethed with resentment.
The mechanical voice device affixed to Griffin's throat emitted a soft whirr with each step, a constant reminder of his power and control.
They descended in silence into the deeper levels of the hotel, Griffin's private sanctuary, where secrets and horrors lay hidden from the world above. The things Griffin doesn't want seeing the light of day.
They reached a heavy, reinforced door, its surface marred by countless scratches and dents. X stepped forward, unlocking it with practiced efficiency.
The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit chamber. The scent of blood and despair hung thick in the air. Chained to the wall, bloody and battered, was Lucien, leader of the now captured Maguire coven.
