The elevator doors slid open with a hiss as Zayn stepped into the dim sublevels of the abandoned metro line beneath Sector 12. His boots echoed in the silence, the cold air thick with old iron, rot, and betrayal.
[Location Confirmed: Song Jie’s Last Signal Origin]Tracking Active – 87% Match… Closing in.
He unsheathed the thin black-blade dagger gifted by the system—Void Fang. It absorbed all light, humming softly with kinetic tension. A kill tool.
Not a negotiation one.
Zayn’s mind flashed back to years ago—he and Song Jie hunched over burnt ramen, laughing over failed hacks and broken dreams. Brothers in the gutter.
And now?
Now one had a price on the other’s head.
As he turned a corner, motion sensors tripped.
Thud. Thud. Click.
Turrets emerged from the ceiling. His system flare
