~The Chase~

Enza sat in a dark room, his mind racing with questions and fears. The men in suits had taken him from the bar and brought him here, and he had no idea what was going to happen next.

Suddenly, the door opened and the men entered, their faces set in stone expressions. They sat across from Enza, their eyes fixed on him.

"Mr. Morningstar," the lead man said, his voice low and threatening. "We have been watching you, and we know what you've been up to."

Enza's mind raced with questions, but he said nothing.

"We know about the party," the man continued. "And we know about the rumors you've been spreading. You've been interfering in matters that are beyond your understanding, and we cannot allow that to continue."

Enza's fear deepened, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice tremulous.

The man's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "We want you to stop asking questions, and to leave this matter alone. If you do that, you'll be free to go."

Enza's mind raced with questions, but he knew that he couldn't make a decision without more information. He needed to know more about what was going on.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside, and the door burst open. A group of men wearing black masks and carrying guns rushed into the room, firing shots into the air and shouting for everyone to get down.

Enza felt a surge of adrenaline as he realized that he was caught in the middle of something much larger than he had ever imagined. The men in the room returned fire, and a full-blown shootout overtook the room.

Enza hit the floor, feeling the thud of bullets hitting the walls and tables around him, the sound of gunfire echoing in his ears. He closed his eyes, praying to make it out alive, but not knowing if he would.