The night air hung heavy with the acrid scent of gunpowder, and the mansion's facade of tranquility shattered into a cacophony of violence. As Elena stood in the grasp of her captors, the dimly lit exterior of the once-stately Martinez estate now bore witness to a symphony of chaos and destruction.
The assailant holding Elena maneuvered her to the front of the house, away from the watchful eyes of the surveillance cameras. In the relative seclusion, the captor released her, allowing her to stand on her own. The shadows concealed their faces, but in a sinister revelation, Julia Robbini and Anna emerged as the puppeteers orchestrating the assault.
"This was perfect," Elena commented, her eyes gleaming with a calculated satisfaction. "Right on time."
"Yeah, I'm always punctual," Julia reto
