The city was a symphony of shadows and secrets, each alley a verse, each corner a refrain in the ballad of its own darkness. The rain, a constant companion, fell in rhythmic taps against the pavement, masking the footsteps of those who moved under its melancholic cover. Max and Vivian blended into this somber canvas as they left Marconi's lair, their thoughts as turbulent as the storm above.
Max led the way through the maze of streets, his eyes scanning every shadow for signs of pursuit. The city had a way of swallowing you whole if you let your guard down for even a moment. Vivian stayed close, her mind racing with strategies and contingencies.