Something was wrong.
The streetlight above me flickered as I passed, casting shadows that didn’t feel like my own. My reflection in a storefront window lagged for half a second before catching up. I stopped, turning back to face it, my pulse hammering in my ears.
Nothing. Just me.
I exhaled, shaking it off, but the feeling didn’t go away. It had been like this for hours—like something unseen was pressing against reality, distorting it at the edges. Like the world itself was holding its breath.
I ducked into a side alley, keeping to the shadows. Kane had warned me to lay low, but that wasn’t the problem. Something was already watching.
I ran a hand over my face, exhaustion digging into my bones. Every move I made since escaping the facility felt predetermined—as if I was following a sc
