The city’s lights flickered beneath you as you moved through the shadows, your every step calculated, your heart calm. You weren’t new to the darkness; you were born in it. A life of secrecy, of hidden identities—and you had one rule: never get too close.

Yet, there was something about her—the target—that made your fingers itch. Maybe it was the way she stood out in a crowd, or the way her eyes followed you when she thought you weren’t looking.

It was a risk. You knew it. And still, you found yourself standing outside her apartment that night, watching her from the shadows.

"I know you're there." Her voice broke through the silence, a smirk in her tone.