Mike arrived at Mr. Black's mansion in the dead of night. His car rolled up the long driveway silently, its tires crunching against the gravel beneath. The mansion loomed ahead of him, its tall, darkened windows giving no indication of what had happened inside.
Mike's face was like stone, devoid of emotion, but beneath the surface, his heart pounded with fury and fear. His sister, Sophia, was gone- kidn*pped- and his patience had run thin.
As he stepped out of the car, he adjusted his jacket, his body tense, ready for the confrontation that awaited him. He had no time for pleasantries, no time for games. He was here for answers, and if Mr. Black- or Xender, as he was known in certain circles- couldn't provide them, Mike would take matters into his own hands.
Mike pushed open the
