The Plan

Ethan paced back and forth in his warehouse, his eyes darting towards the entrance every few moments, waiting for Amelia to return. The air was thick with anticipation, and he could feel the tension building within him, like a coiled spring waiting to be released.

It didn't take long for Amelia to materialize, her form bleeding out of the shadows and seamlessly integrating into the dimly lit room. Ethan jumped, the surprise evident on his face despite the mask that concealed his features.

"I'll never get used to that," he muttered, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

Amelia smirked, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement. "What's the matter, Ethan? Afraid of the dark?"

He rolled his eyes, brushing off her teasing remark. "Never mind that. What did you find out?"

Amelia's expression sobered as she relayed her findings. "People are talking, Ethan. Damien's plans are spreading like wildfire through the slums, and the fear is palpable. There's talk of his gang targeting not