The first thing Ethan heard was the sound of glass shattering.

“Alyssa—!”

He didn’t wait for confirmation. The line on his phone had gone dead mid-sentence, her breath cut off by a sharp noise that still rang in his ears. His hand clenched around the steering wheel as he swerved hard into traffic, tires screaming in protest. Every red light felt like an insult. Every second was a gamble he was losing.

He should have been with her.

The warehouse district loomed ahead, half-lit and forgotten by the city, shadows pooling between rusted structures like something alive. Ethan abandoned the car before it fully stopped, slamming the door and running,...