On the other end, Bryson received Hannah's message, his brows knitting in deep concern.

Initially, he had planned to wait until the area was cleared before whisking Hannah away to safety.

But her message assured him she was secure and determined to handle the situation at Twilight Dimness first.

After a moment's hesitation, he resolved to mobilize Bowen's team.

"Hello, I need your assistance. There's a serious issue at Twilight Dimness. Assemble a team immediately and head over here now!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Mitchell. My team will be there at once!" The voice on the other end was brisk and confident before the line went dead.

The rabbit-masked man and the fox-masked man lounged idly on the second floor, relaxed in their quiet detachment. Most of their people had already fallen under Remington's control, and they themselves were now confined in the monitoring room.

The two seemed perfectly content with their lack of involvement, sitting back as if none of the unfolding chaos concerned them.

The fox-masked man occasionally checked his phone, glancing at the time. "They're taking forever. After all this time, and they still haven't wrapped things up."

The rabbit-masked man sneered, tossing aside the playing cards in his hand with a casual flick.

"I bet that kid Remington didn't expect Twilight Dimness to be this hard to crack. But credit to the master-he hid his cards well. Almost fooled us, too. Turns out he had another team waiting in the wings."

"Yeah," the fox-masked man agreed, smirking. "Who would've thought that Peterson, with that ever-gentle smile, could be so cunning and ruthless?" He shrugged, more impressed than surprised. “Well, this is turning out to be quite the show. Two big players clashing head-on, and we get to kick back and watch, see who comes out on top."

He shot a glance at his companion. “Once they're done tearing each other apart, we'll just pick up whatever's left."

Inside Hannah's room, the world seemed disconnected from the turmoil raging outside. Her fingers lightly brushed over her phone screen.

The message she sent felt like a lifeline, tethering her to a fragile glimmer of hope.

Bryson-his name echoed in her thoughts, her one anchor amid the chaos.

The battle had stretched from daylight into night.

In the midst of it all, within Twilight Dimness, Peterson stood by the window in Hannah's room, observing the chaos below with unsettling calm.

He turned to her, his gaze softening slightly. "Hannah, no matter how chaotic things are out there, it won't touch us here. As long as you're willing, I can offer you a safe haven."

Hannah sneered, her gaze steely and resolute. "Your so-called safe haven is just a larger cage, Peterson. I won't surrender to this fate!"

Outside, tension thickened in the hallway, the murmurs laced with anxiety and unease.

"Remington's people aren't here to play around. You can almost feel the gunpowder through the walls."

“How is the master going to handle this? Remington's forces are no joke."

Just then, the tiger-masked man arrived, silencing their whispers.