Manny stood still at the edge of the tower, arms crossed, scanning the city that never seemed to sleep. Just wind, rustling silence, and a man with too much on his mind.

Then — thud.

His head snapped up. A girl dropped down onto the rooftop, her body battered, eyes sharp even through the blood. Before he could move, another figure landed, fists already flying.

Manny didn’t call out. He didn’t step in. He just watched — eyes locked — as the first girl fought back like hell, like she had to. And when it was done, she stood over the second, breathing hard.