The roar of the black van's engine sliced through the darkness of the night, its siren hissing softly like the growl of a tiger waking from its slumber. Inside the cramped cabin, Ethan Vale observed the small monitor on his wrist. A 3D digital map flickered, showing the route to a pulsing red dot in the old harbor district. Clara... a flash of rage filled Ethan’s eyes as the image of his wife being forcibly dragged away filled his mind. The seal of patience he had pinned so tightly within his soul seemed to crumble. Master, forgive me. But this time, there will be no mercy. The van braked suddenly. Sharp, salty air rushed in as the door opened, bringing the scent of oil and scrap metal. Spread before Ethan was a dark and grim labyrinth of shipping containers, tucked between shipwrecks and
