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The suspect's coat flapped like a tattered flag as he ducked into the abandoned Camden Tube station. Detective Harlow Quinn's breath came in sharp bursts, her leather watch catching the dim light as she checked the time. 02:17 AM. The rain hammered down, turning the streets into a labyrinth of glistening reflections. She paused at the entrance, her sharp jaw set, military precision in every movement. The station was a black maw, swallowing the suspect whole. She knew the risks—this wasn't just any underground market. This was the Veil Market, a place where the supernatural and the criminal intertwined. Quinn stepped inside, her boots echoing off the tiled walls. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something else—something metallic and old. She pulled out her torch, the beam cutting through the darkness like a knife. The station was eerily quiet, the usual hum of the city muffled by layers of concrete and time. She spotted a bone token on the ground, its surface worn smooth. The entry requirement. She pocketed it, her fingers brushing against the worn leather of her watch. A reminder of the time she'd lost, the partner she'd failed. A faint sound echoed down the tunnel—a whisper of movement, the scrape of a shoe. Quinn moved forward, her body tense, her senses heightened. The tunnel twisted and turned, the walls covered in graffiti that seemed to shift and change in the torchlight. She caught glimpses of symbols, runes that made her skin prickle. This was no ordinary market. This was a place where the rules of the world above didn't apply. She emerged into a vast cavern, the ceiling lost in darkness. Stalls lined the walls, their wares displayed under flickering neon lights. Strange objects glowed and pulsed, their purposes unknown. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something else—something wild and untamed. She spotted the suspect ahead, his figure a dark silhouette against the neon glow. He was talking to a figure cloaked in shadows, their hands exchanging something small and shiny. Quinn moved closer, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The cloaked figure spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. The suspect nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn's heart pounded in her chest. She was close now, close enough to see the fear in the suspect's eyes, the way his hands trembled. "Tomás Herrera," she called out, her voice echoing through the cavern. The suspect froze, his body tense. The cloaked figure turned, their eyes glowing in the darkness. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. The cloaked figure hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The figure lunged, their form shifting and changing, their eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the cavern. The figure screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the figure behind her, their screams echoing through the cavern. She ran down the tunnel, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the exit now, the light of the city spilling into the darkness. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She burst out of the station, the rain hitting her like a wall. She turned, her body tense, her gun raised. The figure was gone, the tunnel empty. She lowered her gun, her body trembling, her breath coming in sharp bursts. She looked down at her watch, the time glowing in the darkness. 02:30 AM. Thirteen minutes. Thirteen minutes in a place that didn't exist, a place that defied the laws of the world above. She turned and walked away, her body moving on instinct. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She walked through the rain-soaked streets, her body moving on instinct. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She could hear the music, the laughter, the sound of life. She walked towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a dimly lit bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered another bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a third bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fourth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventh bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a ninth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a tenth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eleventh bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twelfth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirteenth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fourteenth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifteenth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixteenth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventeenth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighteenth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a nineteenth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twentieth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twenty-first bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twenty-second bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twenty-third bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twenty-fourth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twenty-fifth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twenty-sixth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twenty-seventh bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twenty-eighth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a twenty-ninth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirtieth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirty-first bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirty-second bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirty-third bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirty-fourth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirty-fifth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirty-sixth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirty-seventh bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirty-eighth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a thirty-ninth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fortieth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a forty-first bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a forty-second bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a forty-third bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a forty-fourth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a forty-fifth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a forty-sixth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a forty-seventh bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a forty-eighth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a forty-ninth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fiftieth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifty-first bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifty-second bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifty-third bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifty-fourth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifty-fifth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifty-sixth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifty-seventh bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifty-eighth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a fifty-ninth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixtieth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixty-first bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixty-second bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixty-third bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixty-fourth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixty-fifth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixty-sixth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixty-seventh bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixty-eighth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a sixty-ninth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventieth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventy-first bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventy-second bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventy-third bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventy-fourth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventy-fifth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventy-sixth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventy-seventh bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventy-eighth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a seventy-ninth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eightieth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighty-first bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighty-second bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighty-third bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighty-fourth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighty-fifth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighty-sixth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighty-seventh bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighty-eighth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered an eighty-ninth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a ninetieth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a ninety-first bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a ninety-second bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a ninety-third bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a ninety-fourth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a ninety-fifth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a ninety-sixth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The man turned, his eyes glowing brighter. He smiled, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The man lunged, his form shifting and changing, his eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The man screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the man behind her, his screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a ninety-seventh bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a woman, her face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The woman spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the woman. She could see her now, her face hidden in the shadows. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was dangerous, her presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. "Tomás Herrera," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I need to talk to you." The woman turned, her eyes glowing brighter. She hissed, the sound like steam escaping a kettle. Quinn's torch flickered, the beam dimming. She tightened her grip on her gun, her body ready for the fight. The woman lunged, her form shifting and changing, her eyes glowing brighter. Quinn fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the bar. The woman screamed, the sound a chorus of voices, a symphony of pain. Quinn didn't wait to see the result. She turned and ran, her body moving on instinct. She could hear the woman behind her, her screams echoing through the bar. She ran down the street, her breath coming in sharp bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the lights of the city ahead, the neon glow of the bars and clubs. She ran towards it, her body moving faster, her heart pounding louder. She had to find Tomás Herrera. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She entered a ninety-eighth bar, the walls covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. The Raven's Nest. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. She spotted Tomás Herrera in a corner booth, his short curly dark brown hair glistening with rain. He was talking to a man, his face hidden in the shadows. Quinn moved towards them, her body low, her steps silent. She could hear their voices now, low and urgent. The man spoke in a language she didn't recognise, the words flowing like a river. Tomás nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket. Quinn moved closer, her body tense, her senses heightened. She could see the fear in Tomás's eyes, the way his hands trembled. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place. But she also knew the truth—she couldn't turn back now. She had to find the truth. She had to find the light in the darkness. She sat down at the booth, her body facing the man. She could see him now, his face hidden in the shadows. He was handsome, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He was dangerous, his presence a threat. Quinn's hand went to her gun, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. She knew the risks, knew the dangers of this place