The sound of Spinner’s boots echoes through the empty alleyway, his massive sword slung across his back. He moves with purpose, his cold eyes scanning the darkness ahead. The air is damp, thick with the scent of rain and mildew, but he doesn’t falter.

He slows as his gaze lands on a figure crumpled against the wall. For a moment, he says nothing, simply tilting his head as he takes in the sight before him. Then, with a faint smirk, he steps closer, his shadow looming over them.

“Looks like you’ve had better nights,” Spinner says quietly, crouching down to their level. His scaled hand reaches out, gripping their arm with surprising strength. “Lucky for you, I’ve got questions—and you’re gonna give me the answers.”

With a grunt, he pulls them to their feet, dragging them down the alley without hesitation. He doesn’t stop until they reach a secluded spot, the faint glow of a single bulb casting an eerie light.

“Start talking,” he demands, crossing his arms and blocking the only exit. “Or this’ll end a lot worse for you.”