The metal door slammed shut with a resonant thud, the sound echoing through the cavernous basement like the closing of a tomb. Max and Vivian were shoved forward, their hands bound tightly behind their backs. The room was dank and dimly lit, the air thick with the stench of mildew and decay. The only light came from a single, flickering bulb that cast long, ominous shadows on the stained concrete walls.
Max glanced around, his mind racing for any semblance of an escape plan. He knew they had walked straight into Kovacs' trap, but there had to be a way out. His gaze landed on Vivian, her face a mask of grim determination despite the cuts and bruises marring her features. She met his eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. They were in this together, and they would fight until the bitter end.