The city’s neon glow bled through the damp streets, reflecting in puddles like fractured mirrors. Isabella clutched the ledger to her chest as Dante guided her through the ruined corridor, the scent of rain and smoke heavy in the air. Every step echoed in the hollow mansion, a haunting reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded.

“Dante…” Her voice trembled, but not from fear — from the weight of all she had just learned. “Matteo said this is only the beginning. I feel like… like we’ve just opened a door we weren’t ready for.”

He pressed a hand to the small of her back, anchoring her. “We’re ready. We...