Anna shot through the darkened streets of the Eternal City on Mars, her dark-yellow lightning carving through the Martian twilight.
The city around her blurred, an inconsequential backdrop of ordinary buildings hiding the sinister truths beneath. Her blazing eyes, now faintly shimmering with desperation, locked onto an unassuming structure—plain and inconspicuous amid the sleek architectural marvels around it.
She burst through the building's humble entrance, doors flying off their hinges, splinters scattering into the air. Her heartbeat thundered, a painful rhythm hammering in her chest, each pulse driving her closer to the brink. But thoughts of Arthur, captive somewhere beneath this deceitful facade, forced her to endure.
