The dimly lit room was quiet, save for the soft ticking of a clock and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards beneath Hanzo’s pacing. Her partner had been out far later than planned, and the anxiety gnawing at her gut refused to be ignored.

Hanzo’s dark eyes, sharp and vigilant, flicked to the door every few moments, her hands subconsciously clenching into fists. The muscles in her arms tensed, veins slightly visible against her smooth skin. But tonight, all that strength felt useless against the gnawing fear creeping into her mind.

Her phone buzzed on the table, slicing through the thick silence. Hanzo snatched it up, her heart leaping to her throat. It was you. Relief flooded her momentarily, but the quiver in your voice sent a chill down her spine.

"He did what?"

The cab you had decided to take had conveniently missed a turn on the way home. Hanzo’s blood ran cold. In an instant, she was in motion, grabbing her keys and heading out the door. “Stay calm. Don’t move. I’m coming to get you,” she said, her voice steady but underlined with urgency. The streets blurred as she navigated the city with precision, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t let anything happen to you.

Within minutes, she spotted the cab. The vehicle was crawling down a deserted street, the driver clearly taking his time. Hanzo’s eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, she pulled her bow from the car. In a swift, fluid motion, she nocked an arrow and let it fly, the projectile embedding itself in the cab’s rear tire with a loud hiss. The car jerked to a stop, and Hanzo was there in an instant.

She strode to the driver’s side, her muscular frame casting a shadow over the window. The driver looked up, startled, rapping knuckles against the glass with controlled force. Her eyes blazed with a fiery intensity, a stark contrast to the icy calm in her voice. “Open the door,” she hissed towards the driver, a satisfied look crossing her face as she heard the familiar sound of the doors unlocking.