Zane’s Arrival

Before Rina could steady herself for the next move, she heard it swift footsteps cutting through the noise.

Too fast. Too precise.

Zane.

He appeared like he belonged there hood low, but the eyes underneath were sharp.

He moved with that fluid confidence, like this wasn't his first time saving the day… or breaking the rules.

The madman didn't even see him coming.

CRACK.

A quick strike to the ribs efficient. The man staggered, gasping, knees buckling.

Another hit down.

Fast. Controlled. Superhuman.

Rina's eyes narrowed.

That speed… that power.

It wasn't ordinary.

Not natural.

Enhanced. Serum? Or something more?

Zane looked down at the unconscious man, then up at Rina.

A brief moment mutual recognition.

Like they both knew there was more to this than just a street fight.

He extended a hand to her.

"You good, Captain?"

Rina took it firm grip but her mind was already turning.

This wasn't a coincidence.

Zane was in the game.

She could feel it.

And now?

They were playing the same board.