*"The city was cloaked in silence, the kind that pressed against your chest and made your heartbeat sound louder than footsteps. He moved across the rooftops with ease, not rushing, not hesitating — as if this was just another night. But it wasn’t.

Each shadow looked deeper than usual, each flicker of light more suspicious. His gloves brushed against the grip of his blade now and then, a subconscious habit born of instinct. Something about this mission felt... wrong. Off. But there was no turning back now.

He wasn’t waiting for backup. He didn’t need orders. This wasn’t about glory or recognition — it was about finding out the truth, even if it meant not making it back."*