Ayan and Lila fought valiantly, but they were outnumbered and outmatched. Just as all seemed lost, Arnab called off his assassins.
"You're impressive," Arnab said, his eyes gleaming with interest. "The Shadow Syndicate could use minds like yours. Join us, and we'll spare your lives."
Ayan and Lila exchanged a wary glance. They knew the mafia's reputation for ruthlessness.
"What do you want from us?" Ayan asked, stalling for time.
"We need your expertise for a special project," Arnab replied. "A game of strategy and wit, with the highest stakes. Are you in?"
Lila spoke up, her voice firm. "We're not interested in your criminal games."
Arnab smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, but this game is different. It's a chance to use your skills for something bigger than yourself. And if you refuse... well, let's just say we have ways to persuade you."
Ayan and Lila knew they had to make a decision quickly. Join the mafia and risk losing themselves in its criminal underworld, or refuse and face the consequences. The clock tower seemed to tick away their options, leaving them with only one choice: play the game.
What would they do next? Would they accept the mafia's proposal or try to escape? The game was about to begin, and their lives hung in the balance.