Master of Shadows and the Grand Finale
As they stepped through the revolving door, the plaza’s vast lobby was utterly silent and dim. The lobby—where thousands of people bustled during the day and sycophantic managers scurried about—was now as quiet as a centuries-old graveyard. Only a single spotlight above the reception desk flickered. The polished white marble on the floor reflected the blue and yellow light of the outdoor streetlamps, turning the lobby into a sinister labyrinth.
Gripping her daughters’ hands even tighter, Sevgül advanced toward the massive company emblem situated right in the center of the lobby.
At that exact moment, a rhythmic movement arose from within the pitch-black shadows behind the reception desk. Footsteps echoed across the marble floor with a chilling, con
