Living in the shadows was hard. They moved every few days. Different safe houses. Different parts of the city. They used cash only. Payphones. They became ghosts.
Their new mission was simple: help without being seen. They couldn't stop every monster. They focused on the ones Wolfram & Hart ignored. The small evils. The forgotten people.
One night, they got a call from an old lady named Edna. She lived in a run-down apartment building. Her neighbor, a quiet man named Mr. Evans, had not come out of his apartment in five days. A bad smell was coming from under his door. The police had come, knocked, and left. They said it wasn't their problem.
"Probably a dead body," Gunn said as they drove. "Or a demon making a nest."
They picked the lock on Mr. Evans' door. The smell was terrible. But
