The city was restless, the kind of restlessness that seeps into your bones and keeps you on edge. Max Hastings walked the rain-soaked streets, his mind a maze of memories and unfinished business. The Syndicate was crippled, but its remnants lingered, like a bad dream that refuses to fade. Max lit a cigarette, the smoke curling up into the damp night air, mingling with the fog that clung to the city's alleyways and gutters.
He was on his way to meet an old contact, someone who had disappeared off the radar years ago but had recently resurfaced with information that could be crucial. Max's thoughts drifted back to Evelyn and De Luca, now working tirelessly to keep the fragile order they had established. The city's pulse had changed, but its heart remained tainted by the echoes of corruption.
