The mansion stood quietly at the edge of the city.
Isolated. Untouched. Its tall iron gates and dark windows hinted at power, control, and secrets.
Inside, the air was tense. Still. Calculated. Nothing moved unless it was meant to.
Two hunters walked down a narrow hallway, their footsteps precise. They didn’t speak as they approached a closed door at the end.
One of them knocked.
A pause.
“Enter,” a deep, commanding voice answered.
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They stepped inside.
The room was simple but imposing. A large desk faced a wall of glass overlooking the city below. Behind it sat the leader of the hunters, calm yet commanding. His presence alone carried authority.
He didn’t look up immediately.
“Report,” he said.
One of the spies stepped forward and placed a device on the desk. The screen lit
