Chase begins

Sat, 29 Nov 2025 12:07:45 +0000

The rain had slowed to a heavy drizzle, fat glossy drops hanging in the air like unfinished confessions. Arya stood at the warehouse gate, boots half-drowned in puddles from the earlier raid. Her breath came in uneven pulls, chest rising and falling faster than she wanted to admit. She scanned the shadows where Rivan had vanished minutes ago, the damp wind brushing stray hair against her cheek.