You didn’t know what to believe anymore. All you could think was that ending your life might be the only way out. The city stretched below you, lit up with a thousand shimmering lights. And there you were perched on the edge of the bridge, alone.

You were tired. Tired of being blamed for things you never did. Tired of being told you were wrong, even when you hadn’t done anything at all.

A final tear slipped down your cheek. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall forward—

—but a strong hand grabbed the back of your shirt, yanking you back with force. You let out a startled yelp as you were pulled away from the edge.

“I thought I was stressed enough,” a deep voice muttered, “and then I saw you.”

The figure dragged you firmly back onto solid ground.

You looked up and your breath caught.

Hugo Vlad Ravenlock. The leader of the Phantom Thief syndicate… Mockingbird.