The city never really sleeps; it only dozes with one eye open, dreaming of its sins and secrets. The skyline was a jagged silhouette against the murky sky, a stark reminder of the battles fought and those still looming on the horizon. Max Knight stood on his office balcony, the cigarette smoke curling around him like a ghost of the past.
"Knight," Vivian's voice broke the silence, bringing him back to the present. She leaned against the doorframe, her eyes heavy with the weight of recent events. "Elena's got something."
Max flicked his cigarette into the alley below and turned. "What is it?"
"Something big. She said it's urgent," Vivian replied, her tone mirroring the gravity of the situation.
Inside, Elena's face was illuminated by the glow of her laptop. The safe house was a haven of flickering shadows and hushed conversations, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.
