Her feet carried her higher. Top floor of the abandoned structure. Wind biting, city small below.
She stood at the edge.
Would it hurt? Or would it finally be quiet?
"Yaaahooo!"
A voice cut the silence.
Hina spun.
A man leaned against the railing. Black suit, neat tie, fedora tipped low. His face? Wrapped in white bandages, every inch.
He waved, cheerful, like they were old friends.
Before she could ask, her vision blurred.
She saw herself.
Her body on the ground. Broken. Red and blue lights flashing. Officers shouting—words muffled, lost. Blood spreading under her.
Then nothing. Darkness.
When her eyes opened, she was somewhere else.
A chamber. Massive. A round table far above, shadows hiding faces. Their gazes pressed down, heavy.
She stood alone in the center.
One voice boomed:
"She will be assigned to the Shadow Company. Led by Ivan."
From the shadows, the man in the suit raised both hands. Laughing, triumphant.
Hina's body went limp. The world tilted. She fainted