The Mask Falls

Ramsey strides purposefully toward the back of the opulent room, the vibrancy of the event fading behind him.

As he approaches a heavy door, standing before it is a man in a dark skull mask.

The man's eyes glint with recognition and he immediately steps aside and opens a door, revealing a dimly lit stairwell beyond.

"This way, sir," the masked man says, his voice low and gruff.

Ramsey nods and steps through the doorway without hesitation.

The door closes behind him, sealing off the noise of laughter and music from the gathering above.

A dimly lit stairwell stretches before him, shadows dancing along the walls.

He descends carefully, each step echoing softly in the narrow space.

At the bottom, his security team waits, tense and alert.

"Sir," they chorus, their voices low and serious.

Ramsey nods, his eyes scanning the narrow space before he walks inside. moving past the men, his posture commanding.