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Nova City's streets never slept. Even when the artificial sun dipped behind the chromium walls and the sky flickered between system resets, its alleys pulsed with heat, gears, tension, and half-whispered threats.
And I was watching him.
He didn't see me. Of course, he didn't. No one ever sees the huntress until the blade's at their throat.
From my vantage point behind the rusted scaffolding of an old vendor stall, I saw him cross the gate. The boy of rage and ruin himself.
Contrario Williams.
"Ouuuu, how ballsy of you to have kept me waiting sweetheart" I said, grabbing my knife.
