Max's cigarette glowed in the darkness as he watched the city from the rooftop. The skyline was a jagged silhouette, a fitting backdrop for the chaos brewing below. The night air was thick with tension, each breath a reminder of the battles yet to come.
He flicked the cigarette away, the ember tumbling into the abyss. Behind him, the door creaked open, and Mia joined him, her presence a familiar comfort in the oppressive night.
"What's on your mind?" she asked, her voice soft yet carrying the weight of their shared burdens.
Max didn't turn. "Everything. Kane, Cassandra, the whole damn mess. It's like trying to untangle barbed wire."
Mia leaned against the railing, her eyes scanning the same skyline. "We'll get through this. We've faced worse."
Max finally looked at her, the flicker of doubt in his eyes quickly masked by determination. "Yeah. We will."
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