The city never sleeps. It breathes, it pulsates, it devours dreams and spits out harsh realities. From the glittering skyscrapers that pierce the clouds to the gritty underbelly of its subway tunnels, every corner holds a story, every shadow conceals a secret. This is where our tale begins, in the heart of a metropolis that has seen it all—or so it thought. As the first hints of dawn break over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, three figures stand atop the roof of an abandoned warehouse. Their silhouettes, stark against the brightening sky, betray nothing of the journey that brought them here, or the one that lies ahead. Max, the strategist, his eyes constantly scanning for threats and opportunities. Zoe, the hacker, her fingers twitching as if longing for a keyboard. And Derek, the muscle with a philosopher's heart, his broad shoulders tense with anticipation. They've been running for so long, they've almost forgotten what it feels like to stand still. But this moment of peace is fleeting, a mere breath before the plunge. In the distance, a siren wails. A helicopter's blades slice through the morning air. The city is waking up, and with it, the forces that have driven our trio to the edges of society and sanity. "You ready for this?" Max asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Zoe and Derek exchange a glance, years of trust and shared experiences passing between them in an instant. "BET," they reply in unison, their voices a mix of determination and something deeper—faith, perhaps, or the kind of truth that only reveals itself in the face of ultimate adversity.