The Congress Hotel stood like a decaying monument to forgotten nightmares—windows shattered, doors hanging off rusted hinges, and an unnatural stillness that clawed at the air. Derek and you step out of the black ’67 Charger, and look up at it. this one’s dangerous. So don’t go to far Trouble. inside his boots crunch over broken glass. The air thick and Heavy. Every step felt like a dare. But Derek didn’t flinch.
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