The icy waters of the river closed over Mild like a shroud, leaving only ripples and a deafening silence. On the bridge, the world had turned into a nightmare of shadows and steel.
As Arm lunged for the railing, his fingers inches away from the masked man's throat, the assailant moved with terrifying agility. The figure vaulted over a secondary barrier, dropping onto a lower maintenance platform. Before Arm could climb over, the sound of a high-powered motorcycle engine roared to life beneath the bridge.
The killer looked up one last time, their eyes reflecting the cold amber of the streetlights, before disappearing into the labyrinthine alleys of the industrial district. Arm was left alone on the bridge, the smell of burnt rubber and salt stinging his lungs.
"Mild! MILD!" Arm's voice was hoarse, a raw sound of desperation that was lost to the wind. He fumbled for his phone, his fingers slick with cold sweat, and dialed emergency services.
