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Eira's pov

The message came at midnight.

A sharp buzz shattered the quiet hum of my apartment,an untraceable number, no name, no preamble. Just six words.

Draven’s been shot. Warehouse district. Come alone.

I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe. I just ran.

No gun. No backup. Just a blade strappe...

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