The night air clung to Isabella’s skin like a velvet shroud as she and Dante crouched in the shadows of the abandoned train yard. Even after the chaos of Lucia’s trap, their bodies still hummed with adrenaline, their senses on edge. Every distant clang, every whisper of wind across the rusted tracks set nerves taut. The flash drive, now safely tucked in Isabella’s coat pocket, felt heavier than ever, laden with secrets capable of destroying lives.

“Stay close,” Dante murmured, his hand brushing against hers. The touch was fleeting, yet it grounded her amidst the tension, reminding her that they weren’t alone in this fight. He scanned the darkened yard...