GABRIEL
There I was, under the cloak of night, meeting with the mysterious masked woman who was supposed to make all my problems disappear. Or, more accurately, make Erin cooperate with our plan. The air was chilly, carrying whispers of secrets and silent promises. Our rendezvous point, an abandoned warehouse at the edge of town, felt like something out of a noir film.
"So," I began, trying to sound more confident than I felt, "how's our little project going?"
She shifted, the moonlight dancing off her mask. "Erin's proving... difficult. More stubborn than we anticipated."
I let out a frustrated sigh. "Difficult? We didn't start this for easy. You assured me you could handle it."
Her stance stiffened. "I'm doing everything I can. Erin's not budging."
Rubbing my temples, I tried to
