Chapter 75: Shadows of the Past

The neon lights of the city flickered like distant stars, casting an ethereal glow over the streets below. Jack leaned against the railing of the rooftop, his eyes scanning the skyline for any sign of trouble.

"You think they'll come?" Elena asked, her voice a whisper in the night.

Jack nodded, his jaw set in a hard line. "They always do," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation.

They waited in silence, the air heavy with anticipation. Jack's muscles tensed with every passing moment, his senses on high alert for the slightest hint of danger.

And then, just as he had feared, they came—a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness below, their movements swift and precise.

"They're here," Jack muttered, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon.

Elena nodded, her eyes narrowing as she watched the figure draw closer. "What do we do?"

Jack didn't hesitate. "We fight."

They sprang into action, their movements fluid and coordinated as they faced off against their adversary. Jack's heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he met the enemy head-on.

The fight was brutal and unforgiving, the sound of fists meeting flesh echoing through the night. Jack fought with everything he had, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only—defeating the enemy before him.

But even as he fought, a nagging voice in the back of his mind whispered of doubts and uncertainties. Who were these people, and why were they so determined to destroy him?

As the battle raged on, Jack's thoughts turned to the past—to the secrets he had buried deep within himself, and the ghosts that haunted his every step. He knew that to truly defeat his enemies, he would have to confront the shadows of his past head-on.

But for now, all he could do was fight. And as he stood on that rooftop, surrounded by the chaos of the city below, Jack knew that the shadows of the past were closing in on him, threatening to consume him whole.