The air hung thick with the smell of salt and decay at the abandoned docks. Dilapidated warehouses loomed like skeletal giants against the pre-dawn sky, their shadows stretching across the cracked concrete.
Cain stood alone, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the rotting pilings.
He adjusted the grip on his silenced pistol, the cold steel a familiar comfort in his hand.
Then, Alucard emerged from the darkness, his silhouette sharp against the faint light.
His tailored suit, impeccable even in this desolate setting, seemed to absorb the shadows.
His face was a mask of conflicting emotions – anger, disappointment, and a flicker of something that looked suspiciously like grief.
"Cain," Alucard's voice was low, almost a growl, laced with a dangerous edge. "I truly hop
