The darkness of the sky was oppressive, a vast canvas of thick, swirling clouds that blotted out the moon.
There was no light, only the encroaching shadows of an impending storm. The air hung heavy with tension, and through the gloom, Simon's black car pulled to a stop in front of the desolate apartment complex.
Standing in the faint glow of the vehicle's headlights were Rita and Leo, their faces pale and etched with fear.
The car blended seamlessly into its surroundings, its black paint absorbing the scant light, save for the jagged, shattered window on the driver's side.
The damage seemed insignificant compared to the ominous presence of the vehicle and its driver. Simon's crimson eyes glinted in the darkness as he leaned slightly toward the open window, his voice cutting through the still night.
"Hurry up. We have a lot of ground to cover," he said, his tone brisk and unyielding.
