Shadows of Hong Kong

The fourteen-hour flight to Hong Kong had left them disoriented, but adrenaline coursed through their veins as they emerged from the airport into the humid night air. A sleek black limousine waited, a uniformed driver holding a sign that simply read "Golden Dragon Films."

"I still can't believe we're doing this," Jared muttered, adjusting his glasses as the driver loaded their luggage into the trunk. His skepticism had gradually given way to a reluctant curiosity after witnessing Jacqueline's vision.

Laura clutched Monique's hand tightly as they slid into the plush interior. The child had been unusually quiet since boarding the plane, her eyes constantly scanning the surroundings as if searching for something—or someone.

"Fancy," René whistled, running his hand over the leather seats. "Whatever this mystery is, at least they're treating us well."