The city's heartbeat was a slow, steady throb of despair and corruption, a pulse that Max Knight had learned to tune into, to track the dark currents flowing beneath the surface. Tonight, the air was thick with anticipation, the kind that crawls under your skin and sets your nerves on edge.
Max stood on the rooftop of an abandoned tenement building, the city sprawling beneath him like a labyrinth of secrets and lies. The neon lights flickered, casting garish reflections on the rain-slicked streets. His trench coat billowed in the wind, a shadow among shadows.
Beside him, Vivian's silhouette was a sharp contrast, her dark hair blending into the night. She watched the street below, where Elias Black's convoy would pass in less than an hour.
"You sure about this, Max?" Her voice was a low murmur, barely audible over the city's hum.
Max nodded, his eyes never leaving the street. "We have to hit him where it hurts. Tonight, we bring this to an end."
