The room was dark, the air thick with the scent of dust and rusted iron.
A single bulb swung from the ceiling, throwing long shadows across the cracked concrete floor.
The walls were lined with steel pipes and flickering neon signs, their glow casting an eerie red hue over the scene.
A man stood at the center of the room, his coat hanging heavy over broad shoulders.
His name was Kade, and he was every bit as dangerous as the rumors said.
He paced slowly, his boots scraping against the floor, the dull clink of metal echoing with each step.
In the doorway, another figure emerged, Talon. Lean and coiled, his presence was like a blade. His eyes never left Kade, every breath measured and calm.
"Thought you'd never show," Kade said, his voice low and almost amused.
Talon stepped forward, his boots silent, his hands loose at his sides. "I don't like to waste time."
Kade smirked. "Good. Neither do I."
