"This city breathes loud."

Leah stood at the edge of the small balcony, the humid air clinging to her like a second skin. Her voice was calm but heavy with something Jason hadn’t heard from her in a while..caution.

Jason stepped beside her, his arms folded, eyes scanning the street below. Lagos buzzed with cars honking, children laughing, street vendors yelling prices. It was chaos, but not without rhythm.

“It’s alive,” he muttered. “Too alive.”

The moment they had landed in Lagos, it had hit them like a wall. The sun, the noise, the thick stew of smells, exhaust fumes, fried plantains, spices, sweat wrapped around them like a wave....