The cold wind whipped across the jagged roof of the abandoned tenement building, carrying with it the bitter scent of urban decay and impending rain. Gillian crouched behind a ventilation unit, his chest heaving as he fought to steady his breathing. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that threatened to betray his position in the darkness. Below him, the city lights of Bronze flickered like dying embers in a fireplace. He had spent the last hour navigating the labyrinthine structure of the slums, his mind clouded by the revelations of the previous encounter. He felt the weight of the handgun at his side, a heavy, unforgiving reminder of his true purpose.
He had been sent to finish a task that had now become impossible to justify. The identity of the target had shaken h
