The engine of the black sports car hummed through the quiet night, as Knight drove through the slumbering city. It was nearly dawn, the sky barely touched by the light of the impending sun. The streets were mostly empty, bathed in the pale glow of streetlights, while the towering skyscrapers surrounding him stood still, like sentinels keeping guard over a city that hadn’t yet stirred from its sleep.
Everything felt calm, too calm. As Knight maneuvered through the streets, a strange sensation washed over him—a pulse of energy that didn't belong in this otherwise peaceful night. It was subtle at first, like the faintest of whispers brushing against his senses, but it quickly grew into something more powerful, more ominous. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
Knight’s eye
