Rina took a breath then stepped forward.
"Hey—wait!"
The man slowed but didn't fully stop. His shoulders tensed, like he was weighing his options. Run? Talk? Fight?
He turned halfway, hood still up, face shadowed under the dim streetlights.
"Yeah?"
Rina's eyes sharpened.
"You killed them?" Her voice was low calm but with that undercurrent of authority only a soldier carried.
The man was silent for a beat too long. Then
"One of 'em. The other ran."
She stepped closer, gaze locking onto him like a heat-seeking missile.
"Name?"
Another pause.
"Zane."
Just that.
No last name. No details.
A wall.
Rina let it sit, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Well, Zane… self-defense is one thing. But next time, you call it in. Dead bodies don't just disappear in this city without questions."
He gave a tight nod.
"Got it, Captain."
He knew her title.
So he wasn't just some random bystander. He was paying attention.
Too smooth. Too prepared.
Rina took a mental note.
Zane. Who the hell are you?
She didn't press further. Not yet.
But she would.
Because this city didn't just spit out "good samaritans" like him.
Not without a reason.