The city had grown restless. Every flickering streetlamp, every echo of distant footsteps, carried the weight of anticipation. Leon moved silently across the rooftops, cleaver in hand, Blood Scent active, senses stretched to their limits. Tonight, there would be no running, no ambushes, no games. Raven would face him directly.
System Alert: Predator Detected. Vital Signs – Active. Distance: 400 meters. Blood Scent Skill: Enhanced. Predictive Strike – Max Duration Active. Warning: Lethal Engagement Imminent. Multiple Traps Deployed.
Leon crouched on the edge of a crumbling warehouse roof, eyes scanning the industrial maze below. The wind carried the metallic tang of blood, mixed with sweat, oil, and smoke. The predator was near, and every faint trace was a signal, a map, a whisper of move
