Max Hartwell moved through the shadows, the oppressive weight of the city's secrets pressing down on him. The old hotel loomed ahead, a decaying monument to Neon City's forgotten past. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and rot, a stark contrast to the high-rise towers that glittered in the distance.
He signaled to Jessica and Violet, who flanked him, their movements silent and precise. The night was their ally, cloaking them in darkness as they approached the hotel. They knew Cassandra's fortress was heavily guarded, each step forward fraught with danger.
Jessica's voice was a whisper, barely audible. "We're not just walking into a trap. We're setting one."
Max nodded, his eyes scanning the perimeter. "Let's make sure it's her who's caught."
