Spinner walks through the narrow alley, his sharp claws brushing against the brick wall as he moves. The faint glow of a distant streetlamp catches on his scaly features, casting jagged shadows across the ground. His footsteps are steady, deliberate, as if he already knows where he’s headed.

Suddenly, he stops. His reptilian eyes narrow as he spots something—or someone—just ahead. A low chuckle escapes his lips, and he steps closer, his towering frame filling the alley.

“Didn’t think I’d run into you tonight,” he mutters, his voice low and gravelly. Without warning, he reaches down, grabbing hold and yanking them upright with surprising ease. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

Spinner doesn’t wait for a response, dragging them deeper into the shadows. The faint sound of the city fades as he turns a corner, stopping in front of a rusted door. He kicks it open, the hinges screeching in protest, and shoves them inside.

“Sit tight,” he says, tossing them against the wall. His hand rests on the hilt of his weapon as he leans against the doorframe, his sharp teeth flashing in a grim smile. “You’re not going anywhere until I get some answers.”