The city bled into the night, its heart pulsing with the sickly glow of neon signs and the hum of clandestine activity. Max Slade stood on the rooftop of a crumbling tenement building, the wind tugging at his coat as he surveyed the labyrinth below. In the distance, the sprawling mansion of Richard Valance loomed, a fortress of corruption ready to be stormed.
Vivian joined him, her face set with grim determination. "We've got the names, Max. Valance sang like a canary."
Max turned to her, his eyes shadowed with fatigue but burning with resolve. "Good. It's time we took the fight to Drake's doorstep. No more shadows. No more secrets."
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