Chapter 159: The Edge of Darkness

The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the streets into rivers of shimmering neon. Max walked beside Elena, each step a reminder of the weight they carried. The evidence they had gathered was a smoking gun, but it also painted a target on their backs. They needed a safe place to plan their next move, but in a city as twisted as this, safety was a luxury they couldn't afford.

They found refuge in a dilapidated motel on the outskirts, a place where the walls were thin and the air reeked of mildew and despair. Max set the folder on the chipped table, the yellowed light bulb above casting a sickly glow over the documents. Elena sat across from him, her face a mask of determination and regret.

"What's our next step?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.