“And if I leave with you,” Noumenon said, “I’ll lose my chance to make things right. I’ll lose my only chance to achieve what my mothers should have gotten.”
Her words hit Aeon like a punch to the gut. He saw the pain in her eyes, the grief she carried like a heavy shroud. And yet, he couldn’t let her stay. He couldn’t risk losing another citizen to the sinister forces of this city, and because she reminded him so much of his deceased sister who fell victim to the masked vigilante named “Cross”.
“Miss Rosaryo,” he said, his voice softening. “I understand why you’re doing this. But there’s a better way.”
She shook her head again, taking a step back. “No, Lieutenant. You can’t stop me. I’ll fight you if I have to.”
The young lieutenant placed his gun back to his holster, careful not to m
