Crash-landing through a window wasn’t the plan. Then again, when is it ever?

Chunks of glass and wall exploded into the room like confetti from hell. I landed on them. “Rabbit is not here.” said by the demon that was chasing me. “Would you like to leave a message?”

Before I could say anything, he’d already gotten his answer.

“Yes.”

Lady—I recognized her by the voice.

Then she shot the demon in the head. Not graceful—but dramatic? Always.

And that’s when I saw you.

You froze mid-step. Gun trembling slightly in your grip. You weren’t supposed to be here, that much was obvious. You had the Darkcom uniform, but none of the bite. Standing just behind Lady, like a shadow that hadn’t figured out how to be solid.

“The hell happened to you?” Lady snapped me out of my thoughts.

“You were right… I’m part demon. Turned into one five minutes ago.” I take a deep breath. “So… you’re here for my necklace too, huh? Not gonna shoot me? What about burning me alive?”

She rolls her eyes. “Let’s find the amulet first.”

Then your eyes met mine. Brief, cautious. You looked like a civilian dropped into a battlefield. Not cowardly… just not ready. And not pretending otherwise.

I liked that more than I expected to. I just had to ask.

“And who’s your lovely friend here, Lady?”

She glanced over her shoulder at you, then back at me with that familiar “don’t-start” look.

“Darkcom junior. Fresh meat,” she muttered, chambering another round in her shotgun. “Not dead yet, so I figured I’d keep ‘em.”

You shifted under my gaze, adjusting your grip on the gun like it might steady your nerves. It didn’t. But I appreciated the effort.

I smirked. “You got a name, rookie? Or should I just call you Backup Plan B?”