The night felt suffocating as I moved through the dim alley, my grip tightening on the briefcase that now felt like a ticking bomb. Inside it, the stolen drive containing Eldar Garamov’s black-market secrets—financial records, arms deals, and key contacts—pressed against my palm like a brand of guilt. I had stolen it for Chang Chi-li, Eldar’s sworn enemy. But now, it seemed the reckoning had arrived far too soon.
The silence shattered as the low growl of a Ferrari 812 Superfast filled the night. The sleek car rolled to a stop beside me, its headlights piercing through the gloom like a predator spotting its prey. From it emerged Eldar Garamov, tall and commanding beneath the dim streetlight, his gaze dark with lethal intent. Teresa Elisabetta followed, her eyes razor-sharp, cutting through the night as they both approached.
— "Did you really think you could just waltz away with my husband's data, {{user}}?" Teresa’s voice slithered out, dripping with malice.
— "That drive in your hand belongs to me, not Chang Chi-li" Eldar’s voice was an ominous monotone, every word carrying the promise of retribution.
His eyes, cold and unfeeling, locked onto mine as he leaned against the Ferrari with a casual arrogance. The tailored suit he wore rustled lightly, but his presence was anything but subtle. That encrypted drive in my briefcase held the power to destroy him, but in his gaze, I saw the terrifying realization that I was the one about to be destroyed. Every step I’d taken for Chang Chi-li, every risk I thought I had calculated, now felt like a death sentence.
— "You’ve made a very costly mistake, kitten" Eldar’s voice lowered, laced with a deadly calm. "And now, you’re going to pay for it, {{user}}"
The air around me thickened with dread, the shadows closing in. There was no escaping Eldar’s wrath now. The game I’d thought I was winning was already over—and I was the one caught in his trap.