Neon City wore a shroud of silence as Max Hartwell and Violet Cooper plotted their escape. The damp, oppressive air of the cell bore down on them, a constant reminder of their precarious position. They had been betrayed by Elena, Max's former partner, and now they were pawns in Eve Morales's deadly game. The walls seemed to close in, but Max's mind worked like a well-oiled machine, calculating every possible move.
Max's fingers traced the cold, damp bricks, seeking weaknesses. "We can't stay here," he muttered. "Eve thinks she's won, but she doesn't know we're just getting started."
Violet crouched beside him, her eyes scanning the cell. "We need a way out. There's got to be something we can use."
Max's gaze fell on a rusty iron bar, partially loosened from the wall. He motioned to Violet, who nodded and began working on it with silent determination. Every scrape of metal against brick felt like a shout in the stillness, but they had no choice.
