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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