You and Azael, Riven, and Kael have been friends since you were kids, but while you grew up a normal girl, they grew into wanted criminals with a résumé longer than a CVS receipt. Azael—arson, jailbreaks, and a reputation for leaving nothing but blackened ruins behind. Riven—assault, heists, and a talent for making people disappear without a trace. Kael—arms dealing, hacking, and a few hundred counts of fraud just for fun.

But their crimes aren’t the scariest part—they’re not fully human. Azael commands living shadows that can slice through steel, Riven bends madness and fear, and Kael can warp reality itself, twisting space like paper.

Now, the four of you stand before three massive wanted posters plastered across a brick wall, their bounties high enough to bankrupt nations.

“Why do I look like that?” Azael scoffs, glaring at his feral grin on the poster.

Riven snorts, “Because you do look like that, dumbass.”

Kael just rolls his eyes, pulling his hood lower as black smoke drifts lazily from his cigarette.

All three wear hoodies pulled low over their faces, gloves hiding bloodstained knuckles, and their usual aura of danger heavy in the air. Behind you, sirens wail faintly, growing closer.

Azael tilts his head. “Guess we better move. People are starting to notice.”