85 Taking Action Part 2

The woman's desperate cries echoed through the club, "Let me go!" She struggled fiercely, her arms twisting and turning in a futile attempt to free herself from the vice-like grip of the armed men. Their faces filled with grins.

Around them, the club's patrons continued with their activities, their attention unwavering from their own concerns. It was as if her plight was just another background noise, barely registering in their consciousness.

From the distance, a singular figure began to emerge. Steady, unwavering steps brought him closer. His eyes locked onto the scene, a simmering intensity evident. It was clear he wasn't just another bystander; he was approaching with intent.

"Let her go," Graves demanded.