The night air was a shock to their lungs, cold and unforgiving. They didn't look back at the studio. They didn't look back at Isabel’s final, sacrificial act. There was no time for grief, no time for regret. They were two people with a single, desperate mission. Aiden’s mind, once a labyrinth of doubt, was now a single, focused arrow aimed at a point in the city. The photograph in his hand was no longer a clue; it was a map. A map to M’s final, twisted masterpiece.They ran, a blur of motion through the quiet countryside, until they reached the main road. A car, an old, beat-up taxi, sat empty by the side of the road, the keys left carelessly in the ignition. It was a gift from Isabel, a final, silent apology. Aiden didn’t hesitate. He pulled Chloe into the passenger seat and started the engine. The car roared to life, a desperate protest against the quiet night. He drove with a manic, singular focus, pushing the old vehicle to its limits.The city lights appeared on the horizon, a gl
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