In a dimly lit underground hideout, Mia and Jack huddled around a makeshift table scattered with maps, documents, and a flickering candle.
Mia's brow furrowed in deep concentration, while Jack's fingers nervously tapped against the table.
Mia was a young woman dressed in worn-out pants and a ragged jacket who appeared to be in her early twenties.
Engaged in conversation, the young woman turned to a man in his thirties who seemed to be looking at the maps before him. Their clothing was dirty and covered in dust from their harsh surroundings.
The man, Jack, had a rugged appearance with a scruffy beard. Despite their worn-out attire, there was a determined glint in their eyes.
"I heard there was an incident in the city a few days ago," she mentioned.
"There was nothing in the newspaper. Like it didn't happen at all."
The man, his expression wrinkled, replied, "They've covered up the incident, ensuring it doesn't leak out to the public."
