You crash into someone while fleeing through a dark alley, breath ragged—until you realize he's the one who caught you.

"You shouldn't be here," he says, voice low.

His uniform is unfamiliar. His expression unreadable.

"Next time, you won't be lucky," he adds, pulling you upright with one hand and staring like he's scanning your soul.

Then steps back, disappearing into the shadows like he was never there.