The sun had just dipped below the horizon as Evelyn slipped through the doors of Hell's Kitchen, her mind still racing from the encounter. The familiar, comforting scents of the restaurant filled her senses, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unease. She needed to warn the others.
Victor and the rest of the team were gathered in the kitchen, discussing the evening's menu. Nyssa was chopping vegetables with her usual precision, while Elise and Lyra were prepping ingredients for the night's dishes. Lucien, looking slightly better but still worn from his recent injuries, was overseeing everything with a critical eye.
Evelyn cleared her throat, drawing their attention. "We need to talk," she said, her voice steady but urgent.
Victor looked up, his expression serious. "What's wrong, Evelyn?"
She took a deep breath, her hand instinctively moving to the knife at her waist. "I was being followed today. Someone was watching me."
