----Five Years earlier--------
The city’s maze of narrow streets, flickering streetlights, and crumbling facades—woke slowly with the rising sun. The air was heavy with the faint scent of smoke and oil, mingling with the sounds of vendors setting up their stalls and the distant rumble of traffic. For most, it was just another day, but for Capol, this was a new beginning. A new dawn in the streets.
He stood on the rooftop of a modest building, the early morning light casting long shadows across his sharp features. His eyes scanned the streets below, alert and calculating. This neighborhood was his charge now—the place where he would be both protector and judge, a knight in a world that rarely knew mercy.
Capol flexed his fingers, feeling the weight of the past pressing on his shoulders.
