The hospital elevator hummed softly, its sterile light casting sharp shadows across Kael's bruised face as he leaned against the wall, his coat torn and bloodied.
Freya stood to his left, her platinum-cyan hair tucked under a hood, her blue eyes fixed on the floor, her fists clenched.
Rhea was on his right, her crimson hair spilling from her cap, her arms crossed tightly, heat radiating faintly from her skin.
The air was thick with unspoken tension, the Reaper's name still lingering like a ghost between them.
Kael broke the silence, his voice low but steady, recounting the night's chaos.
The Haven raid—raiders storming in for loot, expecting an easy score. How Lila and Tila had turned the tables, their shadow powers tearing through the attackers like specters in a slaughterhouse, leaving no trace but wreckage.
