The Hunt Begins

Rina and her team arrived at the East District in minutes, stepping out of the armored vehicle as sirens echoed in the distance. The air was tense. Something was off.

She scanned the area abandoned warehouses, dim streetlights flickering, shadows stretching unnaturally. No sign of Sybil.

Briggs walked up beside her. "Where's our source?"

A younger officer, Simmons, checked his datapad. "They said she was spotted near Warehouse 19." He gestured toward the old, rusted building up ahead.

Rina nodded. "Alright, we move in quiet. Eyes open."

As they approached, a sudden gust of wind unnatural, heavy rushed past them.

Rina's instincts screamed. Something was here. Watching.

Then, in a blink a crate from the side alley lifted off the ground and hurled straight at them.

Rina barely had time to react before it slammed into the ground, inches from Simmons, sending him sprawling.

Briggs cursed. "What the hell—"

A slow, mocking laugh echoed from the shadows.

A figure stepped forward Sybil.

Her eyes glowed faintly, her hands lazily twirling in the air as if controlling invisible strings.

Telekinesis.

And from the smirk on her face, she knew exactly how to use it.