Amara's POV

The building's interior was a jarring contrast to its rough exterior. We walked through a dimly lit hallway, the air thick with the scent of stale smoke and cheap liquor. But as the man led us deeper, the noise of the main room faded, replaced by a quiet that felt both unsettling and luxurious. The hallway was now clean, the floors polished, and the walls were adorned with modern art that looked like it belonged in a gallery, not a gang leader's den.

He pushed open a heavy ...