The world around us wasn’t fully formed. Buildings stood half-finished, their structures dissolving into static at the edges. The sky above flickered between shades of gray and deep violet, glitching in and out like a bad signal. It was a place that wasn’t supposed to exist—an abandoned zone, untouched by The Overseers.
Kane and I stood in the middle of the street, our breaths visible in the eerie cold air. She kept a tight grip on the device we’d stolen, her knuckles white from the pressure.
“This place feels wrong,” she murmured. “Like it’s waiting to disappear.”
I agreed. The world here wasn’t stable. It was like standing on the edge of a dream, just before waking up.
Then, a figure emerged from the shadows. A man, dressed in a dark, tattered coat, his face partially hidden beneath
