The door creaked open, releasing a waft of dust and old wood's faint, earthy scent. Carlos stepped inside Jarlon's hidden house, his massive frame nearly filling the doorway. His sharp eyes swept over the modest living room—a space designed for necessity rather than comfort. The furniture was sturdy and unembellished, with a couch that sagged slightly in the middle and a wooden table scarred with use. Scattered lamps cast a dim glow, their light reflecting off the holograms occasionally flickering on the walls.
Carlos didn't linger on the surroundings. His focus immediately landed on Bian, who stood near the far window. Leaning against it with his arms crossed, Bian's towering presence seemed to dominate the room. His long, tawny hair, tied back loosely, gleamed under the light, and his g
