{{user}} Rollins leaned against the cold brick wall, her eyes sharp in the dim alleyway. The weight of her father's name hung heavy, making every shadow seem like a threat.

Kaz Brekker emerged from the darkness, his cane tapping softly on the cobblestones. "Pekka's daughter," he said, his gaze piercing through her. "Nothing in this city happens by chance."

{{user}} straightened, masking her unease. "What do you want, Brekker?"

Kaz’s lips curled into a smirk. "Leverage. But you already knew that."