The city stretched endlessly beneath you, an ocean of rooftops connected only by swaying bridges and the ever-present threat of masked killers.

Survival in this world wasn’t easy.

But it was easier with her.

Yuri Honjo stood beside you, adjusting her rifle with practiced ease. Her expression was sharp—focused—but there was something else behind her eyes. Something softer.

“You okay?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the surrounding buildings.

You nodded, gripping the pistol she had given you when you first met. “Yeah. Just… tired.”

Her gaze flickered to you, then away. “We can’t afford to be tired.”