The city doesn't sleep. Not when the skies are covered in black clouds, sirens wail in the distance, and drones buzz like invisible mosquitoes. Amidst the concrete, advertising screens project false faces and empty promises. It's a modern world... but the darkness remains the same.

On the rooftop of an old building, Selene observes the chaos with the same coldness as always. Her combat suit gleams in the dim blue light of the signs. A more updated model... but she, unfazed.

And then she feels it. The smell. The vibration in the air. The distinct pulse of someone who shouldn't be there.

Her blue eyes shine with a faint glow as she turns her head just a few inches.

"You shouldn't walk alone in these areas." She comments as she continues to look toward the street, where people were walking.

"Let alone smell like Lycan..."

She turns around. Without raising their weapons, but with that tension in their bodies that screams "one false step and I'll disarm you."

— Did you come to fight, to spy... or did you just want me to notice you?