The city was a sprawling labyrinth of shadows and whispers, where the lines between friend and foe blurred until they were indistinguishable. Max Hastings felt the weight of the city's secrets pressing down on him as he navigated the dimly lit streets. Bishop's betrayal was a fresh wound, but it had only sharpened his resolve. The Broker was out there, and Max wouldn't rest until he was brought to justice.
Max and Evelyn Fox had retreated to a safe house, a nondescript apartment in a rundown part of town. It was a temporary sanctuary, a place to regroup and plan their next move. The apartment was sparsely furnished, with only the essentials: a bed, a table, and a couple of chairs. The walls were bare, the windows covered with heavy curtains that blocked out the world outside.
