The city was a living organism at night. Its arteries—alleys, rooftops, and tunnels—pulsed with movement, whispers, and danger. Leon moved like a shadow among shadows, cleaver in hand, senses heightened, Blood Scent active. Every beat of his heart, every twitch of muscle, was tuned to the predator he hunted: Raven.
System Alert: Predator Vital Signs Detected. Proximity: 300 meters. Skill Active: Blood Scent – Predictive Strike Enabled. Duration: 12 hours remaining.
Tonight, Leon wasn’t following a trail—he was closing the noose. Raven had been tested, pushed, and cornered, but the predator was clever, patient, and lethal. The first city-wide confrontation was inevitable.
The target zone was the industrial district, a desolate expanse of abandoned factories, rusting cranes, and flickerin
