Darkness shrouded the round table, leaving only silhouettes visible. Five figures sat equidistant from each other, their faces obscured by shadow despite the single light hanging overhead. The chamber itself seemed to absorb sound, ensuring their words remained private.
The massive double doors at the far end of the room swung open. A lean figure entered—Drake—his footsteps echoing against marble floors as he approached the table. He moved with calculated precision, stopping just behind the chair of his master.
"Victor has been eliminated," Drake announced, placing a manila folder on the table.
His master's silhouette shifted slightly, the folder sliding across polished wood toward him. Long fingers opened it, revealing bloody photographs of Victor's corpse alongside surveillance images of the warehouse standoff.
