The air feels... off.

Not dangerous.

Not yet.

Just different.

You’ve always known something about you wasn’t normal.

No weapon.

No partner.

And yet—

You can feel it.

Other souls.

Their rhythm.

Their flaws.

Their potential.

Most people never notice.

But someone did.

You don’t hear her approach.

You don’t sense her presence the way you should.

And yet—

She’s already there.

Watching.

A faint smile curves beneath the shadow of her hood, eyes half-lidded as they study you—not with curiosity...

But recognition.

Like she’s been looking for something like you.

And just found it.