Max Knight stood in the abandoned theatre, his heart beating in rhythm with the heavy silence. The man before him, with his cold eyes and polished demeanor, exuded an air of untouchable confidence. The air was thick with the scent of dust and forgotten dreams, a fitting backdrop for the shadowy deal being forged.
"Let's get this straight," Max said, his voice a low growl that echoed in the empty space. "You give me what I need to bring down the Puppeteer Network, and I owe you a favor. But the second you try to screw me over, all bets are off."
The man's smile was thin, almost reptilian. "Mr. Knight, I assure you, our interests are aligned—for now. You'll find the information invaluable."
Max nodded slowly, the weight of his decision settling in his gut like a lead ball. "Start talking."
