The rain fell like shards of glass, slicing through the empty streets of the city. Neon lights reflected on puddles, shimmering red and blue across the cracked asphalt. Naira pulled her coat tighter around her, ignoring the chill that had nothing to do with the weather. Something about tonight felt… different.
She had always been drawn to the unusual. The dangerous. And tonight, her curiosity would meet something far darker than she could imagine.
A shadow moved in the alley ahead.
Quick, silent, and deliberate. Naira froze, her heart skipping a beat—not with fear, but with intrigue.
The figure stepped into the neon glow. He was tall, impeccably dressed, but his aura was… wrong. Too cold, too sharp. His eyes were dark, yet they burned with a strange intensity, like a storm waiting to break.
"You shouldn't be here," he said, voice low, smooth, with a hint of menace.
"I could say the same," Naira replied, her voice steady, though her pulse