The car rolled to a smooth stop just across the street from the Crimson Hand's primary base. It was an imposing structure, nestled in the heart of the city like a fortress carved from steel and stone. Liam sat for a moment, staring at it, his jaw locked tight. There were no signs, no banners. But he knew this was one of their hub. Boss could be here.
Liam stepped out.
The night air was cool, a breeze carrying the distant hum of the city behind him. As his boots crunched against the gravel path leading to the entrance, two guards stepped forward. They were armed with rifles, tension written across their faces.
"Who the hell are you?" one of them barked, weapon raised halfway.
Liam didn't respond.
Then the other guard got a proper look at his face. His expression changed instantly—from suspicion to horror. "Shit... that's him."
Even the first guard's hands started to tremble. "L-Liam?"
