Dance of Shadows and Bullets

The narrow alley exploded into chaos — rain pounding like war drums, neon reflections fracturing on wet bricks as enemies closed in from every side.

Kael moved like a shadow unleashed, every shot precise and deadly. Bullets tore through the damp air, sparks flying as they grazed metal pipes and shattered glass.

Aeris ducked behind a rusted dumpster, firing quick, controlled bursts as she recalibrated her footing. Her breath came sharp, but her aim never faltered.

The attackers wore masks—sleek, black visors reflecting the rain and firelight like cold mirrors. Their movements were synchronized, like a dark ballet rehearsed in violence.

Vex's voice crackled suddenly through their earpieces, calm but urgent: "Reinforcements heading your way. Extraction ETA five minutes."

Kael's eyes narrowed. "Hold tight. We'll make it."

Aeris's fingers trembled as she reloaded, heart pounding. A masked figure lunged from the shadows, energy blade slashing through the mist.

Kael dove, tackling the attacker to the ground with a brutal force that echoed through the alley.

Rain slicked the stones beneath them, blood mixing with water as the fight dragged on.

Suddenly, a flashbang detonated, turning night into blinding white.

Disoriented, Aeris scrambled toward Kael. "We have to move — now!"

Kael grabbed her hand, pulling her into a sprint just as more enemies poured in.

The city's neon glow faded behind them, swallowed by the storm.

They weren't safe yet — but they were alive.