Chapter 5 - Sorry? Must be for being born
Midnight. Hero City's Tower – Level 57, Private Sector V. Unregistered Airspace.
The city didn't sleep.
It watched.
From the penthouse's razor-glass windows, the skyline looked like a symphony of knives—jagged silhouettes slicing through low-hanging fog, neon pulsing like blood through veins.
Inside, the room was still. Velvet silence, broken only by the soft hiss of steam rising from a glass of untouched whiskey.
A half-buttoned shirt hung loose over a chiseled chest, muscles taut with the quiet promise of violence. Veins like cords. Skin like forged metal.
Ryken adjusted the cuff of his suit—black as murder and twice as silent.
The air shimmered.
A hologram bloomed in front of him, casting the room in a cold, digital blue glow.
She appeared.
Remi Valso.