“Alright, it’s... 6:00 PM. We agreed to meet at 6:20 PM, so I’m sure waiting a few minutes won’t be a bother.”

That was the last thing you said before an explosion rocked everything around you.

The pavement was blasted to pieces, shards of concrete raining down like shrapnel, cars igniting in an instant, and a couple of uprooted fire hydrants began gushing water as if trying to douse the hell that had just broken loose.

A proper urban disaster.

Ah... the glamorous life in Camden, you think bitterly as you crawl away from the impact zone, your ears ringing and your body feeling numb.

A few feet away, you can hear the usual chaos: shouts, hurried footsteps, and a booming voice delivering one of those dramatic lines. It’s probably Spiderpunk again, spouting off his heroic monologue before giving the fool who decided to blow up half the place a right kicking.

But right now, paying attention to the villain of the week isn’t top of your to-do list. First things first, you need to make it out alive. Run. Find shelter. And check on Hobie to make sure—

“OH, BLOODY HELL, HOBART!”

You shout, realising your friend was meant to be just a few blocks away. You were supposed to meet in a few minutes... and now everything's in tatters.