The city was an electric blur as Max and Elena drove through the labyrinthine streets of Neon City. The rain had stopped, but the air remained heavy with the promise of more. Max winced with every bump, his wounds protesting the rough ride. Elena, though bruised and battered herself, kept glancing at him, her eyes filled with concern.
They pulled into the parking garage of an old, abandoned hotel on the edge of the city. The place was a safe house, known only to a few. Max turned off the engine and exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on him.
"We need to get those wounds cleaned up," Elena said, her voice firm despite the worry that laced it.
Max nodded, struggling to maintain his composure. "Let's get inside."
