Sister!

It was late into the night, and the streets of Malian City lay shrouded in dim shadows. The faint light of scattered street lamps cast narrow pools of illumination on the cracked pavement, barely revealing the world beyond. The air felt heavy, a quiet tension lingering as if something dangerous lurked just out of sight.

Harry stood motionless under one of these lights, his gaze fixed ahead. The dark figure of a person stumbled out from the building across the street. His heart skipped a beat as the figure moved closer and the weak light illuminated her face. It was Karina.

Her usually composed features were flushed, her steps unsteady. She looked as though she'd just emerged from a storm. Scattered scratches adorned her arms and legs, faint streaks of dried blood marking her pale skin. Her disheveled hair fell loosely over her face as she clutched her side, every movement heavy with exhaustion and pain.