Narrator's Voice
(Isabella & The Unknown Villain)
The rain had already started when Isabella Moretti stepped out of the cab.
Not the soft, romantic kind Los Angeles girls liked to dance under.
This was New York rain . It was impatient, cold, and sharp enough to sting bare skin.
The kind of rain that made ordinary people hurry and criminals feel alive.
She didn't bother with an umbrella.
Her heels clicked along the slick pavement, each step deliberate as she approached the nondescript building tucked between a boarding school and a boutique hotel. Nothing about the place looked important. Nothing about the small brass "PRIVATE" plaque on the door hinted at anything illegal.
But Isabella knew better.
Places like this that were quiet, forgettable and even tucked away were where the real monsters made their moves.
She pressed the buzzer once.
A faint mechanical click followed, unlocking the door.
She slipped inside without a word.
