Campus Mafia (female centric)

nds of the bustling metropolis faded as they neared a hidden entrance, a small door tucked between two aging buildi

ara asked, her nerves on edg

uick taps, followed by a pause, then two long knocks. The sound of movement from

said quietly, ste

with the scent of metal and machinery. They reached the end of the corridor and stop

es. Instead, it was sleek, organized, and eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of machines. Nadia sat at a desk in

ook up when

her voice sharp but calm.

This was Nadia? The mysterious woman

a said, stepping forward

lculating. "Your father," she said, her lips curling into a