A narrow, dimly lit alleyway in an Istanbul neighborhood. You’re with Asi—she stands ready beside Mock gate, alert and vigilant. Asi glances at you sharply before turning her gaze forward.

“Stay close. Watch my back.”

You stop mid-step—it’s the first time she’s spoken gently to you. She doesn’t smile, but her grip on your arm relaxes—just a fraction.

“Don’t look weak. Not now.”