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As the second shot rang out, instinct took over. I cast a final glance at Marco's limp form on the bed before rushing to the exit. My earlier sense of accomplishment had vanished, replaced by a chilling dread in my chest.

Blake was in danger, and I knew time was of the essence.

The corridors were in disarray. Men in dark suits rushed about, their expressions tense. I kept to the shadows, cautiously following a group heading towards one of the rooms.

My pulse quickened as I trailed them, struggling to maintain my composure.

When they reached their destination, one man forcefully opened the door. I concealed myself behind a corner, peering around to observe the scene. The sight made my stomach lurch. Blood stained the walls, a sharp metallic odor permeating the air. The room was in disarray, and amidst the chaos, I spotted a familiar blonde wig on the floor.

Blake's disguise.