Underground Chase

Enola peers into the dark tunnel, her eyes sharp as ever.

Enola: “We can’t let them get away, Y/n. The heirloom—and perhaps the city’s safety—depends on this.”

Y/n: “Right behind you. Let’s move—quietly.”

Suddenly, a faint clatter echoes ahead as a shadow darts past.

Enola (determined): “After them!”