Gunfire ripped through the air like thunder, each shot a deafening crack that echoed off the cold, unforgiving stone walls of Marco’s den. The sound was relentless, a cacophony of chaos that seemed to vibrate through the very foundation of the building. Dust and debris rained down from the ceiling, the air thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder and burning wood.
Lorenzo and Cora ran.
Their footsteps pounded against the cracked concrete floor, their movements synchronized as they darted between pillars and overturned crates. Bullets whizzed past, slicing through the air with a high-pitched whine, shattering glass and splintering wood into jagged shards. The world around them was a blur of motion and noise, a nightmare come to life.
Cora’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her c
