Something is wrong.
I know it the moment the patrol unit spots me.
Their helmets tilt slightly, their scanners flaring red. The nearest officer moves, reaching for his weapon—too fast, too precise.
And then—
Glitch.
It’s like the world hiccups.
The patrol unit freezes mid-motion. Their bodies flicker, just for a split second, like a skipped frame in a broken video. Their weapons don’t come up. Their commands don’t execute.
I don’t wait to question it.
I run.
My heart slams against my ribs as I dart into a side alley, my boots kicking up debris. Kane is already ahead, moving like she expected me to follow.
I hear a voice behind me—metallic, confused. “Recalibrating.”
I don’t look back.
The city stretches out before us, towering skyscrapers slicing into the night sky. Neon signs
