The night weighed heavy on Max's shoulders as he moved through the labyrinth of alleys, his mind a storm of unresolved questions. The deal with Cassandra had introduced a new layer of complexity to his already convoluted life. His instincts screamed caution, yet something about her intrigued him. The city was a never-ending maze of shadows and deceit, and Cassandra seemed to hold the key to navigating its darkest corners.
Max arrived at their new hideout, an old warehouse on the edge of town. He pushed open the heavy door, the creak echoing in the vast, empty space. Mia and Elena were already there, their expressions tense. The recent confrontation with Torres had taken its toll on all of them, but it had also steeled their resolve.
Elena looked up as Max entered, her eyes sharp. "How'd it go?"
