The first light of dawn was spilling across the city, painting it in soft golds and bruised purples.
From where Elias sat, the streets looked peaceful — a cruel illusion compared to the chaos he had just survived.
Elira sat beside him, hugging her knees to her chest.
Quinn, still scowling, was trying (and failing) to make instant coffee with a half-broken camping stove.
"Never trusting you with caffeine emergencies again," she muttered.
Elias smiled faintly.
It was the first time in a while he'd smiled without forcing it.
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They survived the sewers.
They passed the Watch's twisted little test.
But… what next?
Elias checked the Watch again.
Instead of a warning, a new message pulsed on the cracked screen:
"Main Questline Activated: The Veil of Deceit"
"Sub-Quest: Find the Four Pieces of the Hidden Map."
"Reward: Access to the Lost Archives + Unique Skill (Truthpiercer)."
The Hidden Map?
Lost Archives?
Truthpiercer?
It sounded important.
And terrifying.
But before he could even explain it to the girls, Quinn let out a victorious noise.
"Got it!" she yelled, raising her badly brewed coffee like a trophy.
Then she sipped it and gagged.
"Instant regret," she coughed.
Elira giggled — a real, light laugh that made Elias's chest ache with something warm.
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Character Spotlight: Elira Damas
Age: 18
Profession: High School Senior, Part-time Library Assistant
Appearance: Slender build, pale skin with light freckles; long chestnut hair often braided loosely; large, shy hazel eyes; about 5'5"
Attitude: Gentle, intuitive, fiercely loyal under her quiet exterior
Flaws: Struggles with self-worth; avoids confrontation
Strengths: High empathy; surprising inner courage
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They had bigger problems than terrible coffee and emotional moments.
No phones.
No money.
Wanted posters for Elias flashing across police scanners (he had overheard two officers talking earlier).
And worst of all — whatever the Waiting Man had hinted at... Elias could feel it following them like a cold finger tracing his spine.
---
Millions of people wake up every day fighting invisible battles:
Financial insecurity.
Mental health struggles.
Being misunderstood or falsely blamed.
Elias's fight mirrored that now.
No one was coming to save them.
They had to figure it out themselves.
Just like in real life, sometimes survival wasn't about winning —
it was about outlasting.
--
Quinn sipped her coffee again grimacing.
"Okay. Let's lay it out.
One: You're wanted by people with badges and probably even worse people without badges.
Two: We need cash and new IDs.
Three: We're homeless now."
Elira bit her lip.
"My uncle might help. He owns a pawnshop near Redford Street. He's... shady. But kind."
Quinn shrugged. "Better than my plan, which was pretending to be a magician and hoping people tip me."
Elias stood, rolling his shoulders.
"We go to Redford Street," he said.
"Carefully."
Elira smiled up at him, trusting him without question.
Quinn groaned.
"I hope your uncle doesn't traffic organs."
Elira didn't answer immediately.
"...he only sells fake Rolexes and pirated movies," she said quietly.
"Classic," Quinn muttered.
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As they gathered their things, the Watch buzzed once more.
"Hidden Warning: Danger Approaching."
"Threat Level: Severe."
"Recommended Action: Separate Paths."
Separate?
Now?
Elias looked at the girls —
one still grinning through exhaustion,
the other trusting him like he was her whole world.
Separate?
Leave them?
Hell no.
But the sun was rising, and with it came shadows they couldn't outrun.
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