~The Trap~

Enza sat at the bar, nursing his beer and trying to make sense of the information Qixan had just shared with him. His mind raced with questions and possibilities, but he couldn't quite put the pieces together.

Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Morningstar," said a man in a dark suit. "We need to talk."

Enza turned to see a group of men in suits standing behind him, blocking his way out of the bar.

"What's going on?" Enza asked, feeling a sense of panic rising within him.

The man in the lead stepped forward. "We represent a certain organization," he said, his voice low and threatening. "And we need your help."

Enza's mind raced with questions, but before he could form a coherent thought, the men had taken him by the arms and ushered him out of the bar.

As they walked through the dimly lit streets, Enza struggled to understand what was happening. He tried to pull away, but the men's grip on him was firm.

"What do you want from me?" Enza demanded, his voice shaking with fear.

The man in the lead turned to him, his face framed in shadow. "We want you to stop asking questions," he said, before turning and walking away.

Enza was left standing alone in the darkness, his mind filled with more questions than ever before. He knew that he couldn't let this go, that he had to find out the truth. But where did he even begin?