The city had exploded into chaos. Riots broke out in the streets as the news of the conspiracy spread like wildfire. Buildings burned, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and fear. Max Hastings and Evelyn Blake watched the unfolding chaos from the safety of a dilapidated warehouse, their temporary sanctuary amidst the turmoil.
The warehouse was a cavernous relic, its vast expanse filled with the ghosts of industry past. Rusted machinery and forgotten tools lay strewn about, shrouded in shadows cast by the flickering fluorescent lights overhead. Max and Evelyn huddled together in a corner, the gravity of their situation pressing down on them like a lead weight.
Max lit a cigarette, the ember flaring briefly in the dim light. He took a deep drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled lazily towards the ceiling. "The city's on fire, Evelyn. We lit the match, and now we have to deal with the consequences."
