The city streets were slick with rain, the neon lights reflecting off the wet asphalt like shards of broken glass. Max Hartwell navigated his way through the labyrinth of alleyways and backstreets, his mind racing with the weight of the secrets he carried.
Ever since he had received the file from Marcus, Max had been on edge. The information it contained was damning—proof of corruption at the highest levels of power. But it also meant that Max was walking a dangerous tightrope, balancing on the edge of a precipice with no safety net below.
As he drove, Max couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Paranoia gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, whispering that every shadow concealed a threat, every passing car held a potential enemy.
