The rain had stopped, leaving the city slick and glimmering under neon lights. Marcus and Tessa stood together on the edge of the docks, silent but alive. The battles were over, for now, but the echoes of the past lingered in their minds—the faces lost, the choices made, the betrayals endured. They had survived, scarred and hardened, yet somehow still human. The city waited, indifferent and hungry, but they were ready. Together, armed and dangerous, they would face whatever came next. Tonight they rested, but tomorrow, the hunt would continue.
