The night air was thick with the scent of rain, clinging to my skin like a second layer as I stood outside N19zone once more. The city never seemed to sleep, its heartbeat pulsing through the neon lights and distant sirens. But tonight, something felt different. The darkness seemed heavier, as if the shadows themselves were watching, waiting for me to make my move.

I had spent the day replaying every word, every look exchanged with Sylus Draven the night before. His presence had been overpowering, magnetic in a way that left me feeling both captivated and repulsed. He was the enemy—cold, ruthless, a man who had built an empire on fear and power. Yet there was something about him, something that drew me in despite every warning bell ringing in my head.