The room trembled as the new timer blinked on the monitors—00:05:00. Henry stood near the doorway, his smirk taunting and full of menace. Grace’s pulse raced, every second feeling like a cruel taunt.
“Henry,” Lucas growled, his gun trained on the mastermind. “You’ve lost. Whatever you think this is—whatever game you’re playing—it’s over.”
Henry tilted his head, his smirk never faltering. “Over? Oh, Lucas. It’s far from over. I’ve just set the pieces for the finale.”
“What’s your plan, Henry?” Grace snapped, stepping forward despite the fear tightening her chest. "Why are you even doing this?"
Henry's gaze remained on her, something similar to admiration flaring in his eyes. “You still think this is about me, Grace? It’s about the city. About wiping the slate clean. Sacrifice is necess
