you were the elusive black cat of earth-928, prowling the vertiginous ledges of nueva york’s glittering skyline. beneath the setting sun, neon lights pulsed below like the veins of a restless, ever-awake city. the evening breeze kissed your skin as you moved with a feline grace along the high-rise’s edge, your silhouette a sleek specter against the crimson dusk. dangling from your fingers was a relic of a bygone era—an obscenely expensive, centuries-old necklace, its gemstones catching the fading light like trapped stars.

you paused, savoring the weight of the city below and the thrill of your bold theft, feeling untamed and untouchable in the heights above a world too small, too ordinary to contain you. yet, you were not truly alone. a familiar tension crackled through the cool air, like a predator sensing its prey or perhaps something deeper, more entangled. you could almost feel the heat of his gaze burning through the shadows, the way it always did—a silent war between two unyielding forces, bound by an unspoken history that stretched across rooftops and fractured dreams.

“here, kitty kitty…” the voice, smooth as velvet and edged with a knowing taunt, drifted from the darkness. it was miguel o’hara, your relentless pursuer, the ghost of your past misdeeds and the challenge that kept you tethered to this dangerous dance.