I found her down in the bunker.
It was past midnight. The rest of the tower was dead, the whole city practically holding its breath, but Selene was wide awake. She was running through combat drills alone. It didn't look like exercise; it looked like an exorcism.
She’d swapped her usual black turtleneck for a beat-up grey tank, and for the first time, I could actually see the damage. The scars. Jagged, vicious white lines chewing across her shoulders, tracking down her spine, and hooking over her ribs.
They weren't random. They were methodical.
She froze mid-strike the second my foot hit the mat. "You're supposed to be asleep."
"I finished the Ledger."
Something in her face just... dropped. Not shock. Resignation. It was the look of a person who had been bracing for a punch for two d
