Neon City writhed beneath the dying embers of a crimson sunset, its jagged skyline piercing the night like jagged teeth. The streets glistened with the residue of an earlier downpour, reflecting a kaleidoscope of fractured neon lights. The city was a living, breathing beast, its pulse quickening as darkness descended. Max Hartwell felt the familiar weight of the night pressing down on him, the shadows whispering secrets he could no longer ignore.
Max leaned against the hood of his battered car, the engine's warmth seeping through his coat. He surveyed the dimly lit alleyway where Eve Morales had made her last stand. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet the memories burned fresh. The echo of gunfire still haunted his ears. He glanced at Elena, her figure framed against the dull glow of a distant streetlamp. She stood rigid, a soldier surveying the aftermath of a lost war.
"Why'd you do it, Elena?" Max's voice cut through the silence, raw and accusing.