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Chapter 107: The Hunter Becomes the Hunted

The streets were nearly deserted.

Neon lights flickered against puddles from an earlier rain, painting the cracked sidewalks with broken colors.

Elias walked with a determined pace, Elira at his side.

The Watch on his wrist pulsed faintly like a heartbeat, warning him: danger was closer than ever.

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Character Spotlight: Quinn Avery

Name: Quinn Avery

Age: 24

Profession: Private Investigator (ex-cop)

Appearance: Olive-toned skin, shoulder-length messy black hair, lean athletic build, brown eyes sharp as blades

Attitude: Cynical but loyal once trust is earned, sarcastic humor hides a bruised heart

Flaws: Hot-tempered, stubborn, struggles with alcohol

Other: Wears a brown leather jacket no matter the weather; carries a notebook full of names and secrets

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Quinn spotted Elias and Elira before they saw her.

She leaned against a busted-up lamppost, chewing gum lazily, one eyebrow arched.

The moment Elias's eyes met hers, she pushed off the post and tossed a crumpled flyer at his chest.

"You're Elias, right?" she said. "You're in deeper sh*t than a goldfish in a clogged toilet."

Elira bristled. "Who the hell are you?"

"Relax, Rapunzel," Quinn said with a crooked grin. "Name's Quinn. I know exactly what you're carrying."

She pointed to the Watch.

"And trust me, cupcake," she added, voice dropping low, "you're not the only one looking for a way out of this nightmare."

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"Emergency Skill Activation: Danger Sense (Level 1) unlocked."

"Passive Ability: Subtle alerts when hidden threats are nearby."

Elias's instincts sharpened instantly — and just in time.

From the corner of the street, two black-clad figures were approaching.

Their steps were slow but purposeful, like predators sizing up prey.

Quinn's hand casually dipped inside her jacket, pulling out a sleek silver taser.

"Looks like we've got company," she said.

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Sometimes, the very people we least expect — the messy ones, the broken ones —

become our unexpected allies in survival.

Life isn't about trusting perfect people.

It's about recognizing the fighters behind the scars.

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Without waiting for formal introductions, Elias grabbed Elira's hand, and together with Quinn, they ran into the web of alleyways.

The city blurred past: dumpsters, graffiti walls, broken fences.

Adrenaline surged.

Elias could feel every muscle in his body responding sharper, faster — a gift from the Watch's earlier rewards.

But so were his enemies.

They were too fast.

Too coordinated.

These weren't random thugs.

They were trained.

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As they ducked behind a row of trash bins, Quinn whispered, "If we die here, just know I'm suing you in the afterlife."

Elias grinned despite himself. "Good luck finding a lawyer."

Elira added dryly, "Maybe we can haunt a courtroom."

Even with death breathing down their necks, they laughed.

Because sometimes, survival wasn't just about strength —

It was about keeping your soul intact.

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Just as they thought they'd lost their pursuers, they turned a corner—

And found themselves face to face with a man in a silver mask, blocking the alleyway completely.

He wasn't armed.

He didn't need to be.

The power rolling off him was suffocating.

The man tilted his head and spoke:

"You can't run from destiny, Elias."

And behind them, footsteps grew louder.

They were trapped.

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