And then I found it. A scrap of paper with an address scrawled on it, tucked away in a drawer. It was a long shot, but it was all we had.
We moved quickly, making our way to the address. It was a small, unassuming house on the outskirts of the city, the kind of place you wouldn't look twice at.
We approached cautiously, our senses on high alert. As we neared the house, I noticed something off.
The front door was ajar, the lock broken.
My heart pounded in my chest as we moved in, weapons drawn. The house was dark, the air thick with tension.
We moved room by room, clearing each one methodically. And then we found him. Moros, sitting calmly in a chair, a smug smile on his face.
"Well, well," he said, his voice smooth and mocking. "You've finally found me."
"You're coming with us," I said, my voice cold and steady.
He laughed, a sound that sent chills down my spine. "Do you really think it's that easy?"
