The night air in Lagos carried a subtle chill as Monica's steps echoed through the alleyways. The information she had gathered from the den had painted a clearer picture of Darkie's reach, but it was time to take the next step. She had an address—a place rumored to be one of Darkie's hideouts. With her heart pounding in anticipation, Monica navigated the labyrinthine streets, her focus unwavering.
The address led her to an unassuming building tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city. It stood like a sentinel guarding its secrets, the windows dark and foreboding. Monica's senses were on high alert as she approached, her every instinct sharpened by years of facing danger head-on.
The door creaked open with a soft protest, revealing a dimly lit interior. Monica stepped inside, her grip tightening on the hilt of her weapon. The air was thick with tension as she moved forward, her gaze scanning her surroundings. She knew that this encounter could define the trajectory of her investigation, leading her closer to the heart of Darkie's empire.
