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--- The alleyway stank of wet concrete and something sharper—burnt copper and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. Quinn’s boots splashed through a puddle that might’ve been rain or might’ve been something else entirely. She didn’t look down. A figure darted between the crates stacked against the wall, their silhouette too lean, too quick. Not a civilian. Not a tourist. The kind of movement that came from years of knowing how to vanish in the dark. “You’re bleeding,” Quinn called, her voice cutting through the hum of the city like a blade. The figure didn’t stop. They slipped behind a rusted dumpster, the metal groaning under their weight. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She lunged forward, her gloved hand snatching a loose brick from the wall. The impact sent dust swirling as it connected with the dumpster’s side. The figure didn’t emerge. Didn’t even flinch. “Last chance,” Quinn said, her breath steady despite the adrenaline. “Walk away.” No answer. Just the distant chatter of a nightclub’s bassline bleeding through the alley’s cracks, the occasional shriek of a car horn, the *drip-drip* of water from a broken pipe. She crouched, pressing her back against the wall. The alley narrowed ahead, the walls closing in like the jaws of some forgotten beast. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. A knife? A gun? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. She moved. The figure was already gone. Vanished into the labyrinth of Soho’s backstreets. Quinn exhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around the brick. She could call for backup. She could wait. But she knew the game. The moment she paused, the trail would grow cold. A shadow shifted ahead. Not the figure. Something else. A figure in a long coat, hunched over a flickering neon sign. The Raven’s Nest. Silas’ bar. The kind of place that didn’t exist on any map. Quinn’s pulse spiked. She’d heard the whispers about the Nest—rumours of deals done in the back room, of things that weren’t quite human. But she’d dismissed it as superstition. Until now. She pushed off the wall, her boots splashing through another puddle. The air grew thicker as she approached the bar’s entrance. The neon sign buzzed, casting a sickly green glow over the cracked pavement. Inside, the hum of conversation was low, almost hypnotic. The kind of place where people came to disappear. Quinn stepped inside, her gaze scanning the dimly lit room. Old maps lined the walls, yellowed with age. A few patrons sat at the bar, their faces half-lit by the dim bulbs. None of them were her target. Then she saw him. A man in a tailored suit, his back to her, standing near the back of the room. He wasn’t alone. A woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the bar, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Her smile was sharp, predatory. Quinn’s jaw tightened. She recognised the woman. *Detective Harlow Quinn.* The name fit the face—sharp jawline, cold brown eyes. The kind of woman who didn’t make mistakes. The man turned slightly, just enough for Quinn to see the scar running along his left forearm. Tomás Herrera. The paramedic. The one who’d been seen leaving the scene of the last three unsolved murders. Quinn’s hand twitched toward her holster. She needed to play this carefully. Too much noise, and she’d lose them both. “Evening, Detective,” Herrera said, his voice smooth, accented. He didn’t turn around. “You look like you’ve been through the wringer.” Quinn didn’t answer. She stepped closer, her boots silent on the worn wooden floor. The woman—Harlow—finally noticed her. Her smile didn’t waver, but her fingers tightened around her glass. “Quinn,” she said, her voice like ice. “What a surprise.” “You’re bleeding,” Quinn said, her voice low. “Again.” Harlow’s smile faltered for just a second. “I’ve been in a fight.” “With yourself?” Harlow’s eyes flicked to Herrera. “Tomás here was just telling me about your little *hobby*.” Quinn’s gaze snapped to Herrera. “What hobby?” “Helping people,” he said, his voice calm. “The ones who need it most.” Quinn’s fingers twitched toward her holster again. “You’re not a paramedic anymore.” Herrera finally turned, his dark eyes meeting hers. “No. I’m not.” A beat of silence. The hum of the bar filled the space between them. “You’re involved,” Quinn said, her voice a growl. “In whatever this is.” Harlow’s laugh was sharp. “You have no idea what you’re walking into, Quinn.” Quinn didn’t answer. She stepped forward, her hand finally resting on her holster. “I know you’re lying.” Harlow’s smile returned, but it was colder now. “Then you’ll find out why.” The back door of the bar creaked open. A gust of wind rushed in, carrying with it the scent of rain and something older, something *wrong*. A figure stepped inside, their silhouette blocking the light. Quinn’s breath caught. It wasn’t a man. Not anymore. The figure’s skin was too pale, too smooth. Its eyes—black as a void—locked onto hers. A whisper slithered through the air, a voice that wasn’t a voice. “She’s yours,” it said. “For now.” Harlow’s hand shot out, gripping Quinn’s wrist. “Run.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the figure, her mind racing. This wasn’t possible. Not in London. Not in 2023. The figure took a step forward. The air around it warped, the neon sign flickering like a dying heartbeat. Quinn’s hand closed around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the bar, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Silence. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around the gun. The bullet had passed through the figure, leaving no trace. Harlow’s grip on her wrist loosened. “You’re not ready for this.” Quinn’s gaze snapped to her. “What the hell was that?” Harlow’s eyes were wide, her voice barely above a whisper. “Something that shouldn’t exist.” A loud *thud* echoed from the back room. The hidden door swung open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway. A man in a long coat, his face obscured by the shadows. “Detective Quinn,” he said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Who the hell are you?” The man stepped into the light. His face was gaunt, his eyes hollow. “Silas. And you, Detective, are in way over your head.” The back room door slammed shut behind him. The hum of the bar faded into the distance, replaced by the sound of her own heartbeat. Quinn’s gaze flicked to Herrera. “What the hell is going on?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the back room door, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The door creaked open again. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the bar, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Silence. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around the gun. The bullet had passed through the figure, leaving no trace. Harlow’s grip on her wrist loosened. “You’re not ready for this.” Quinn’s gaze snapped to her. “What the hell was that?” Harlow’s eyes were wide, her voice barely above a whisper. “Something that shouldn’t exist.” A loud *thud* echoed from the back room. The hidden door swung open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway. A man in a long coat, his face obscured by the shadows. “Detective Quinn,” he said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Who the hell are you?” The man stepped into the light. His face was gaunt, his eyes hollow. “Silas. And you, Detective, are in way over your head.” The back room door slammed shut behind him. The hum of the bar faded into the distance, replaced by the sound of her own heartbeat. Quinn’s gaze flicked to Herrera. “What the hell is going on?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the back room door, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The door creaked open again. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the bar, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around the gun. The bullet had passed through the figure, leaving no trace. Harlow’s voice cut through the silence. “We need to go. Now.” Quinn’s gaze snapped to her. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the back room door. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The door creaked open again. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. Two more figures stepped into the light, their forms flickering like dying embers. Their eyes—black as voids—locked onto hers. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the figures, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The figures took a step forward. The air around them warped, the neon sign flickering like a dying heartbeat. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figures’ lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the bar, the bullet striking the figures’ chests. They staggered back, their forms flickering like dying lights. Then they were gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around the gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. Harlow’s voice cut through the silence. “We need to go. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the back room door. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the door. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the figures, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The man in the long coat stepped forward. “Detective Quinn,” he said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Who the hell are you?” The man stepped into the light. His face was gaunt, his eyes hollow. “Silas. And you, Detective, are in way over your head.” The door slammed shut behind him. The hum of the bar faded into the distance, replaced by the sound of her own heartbeat. Quinn’s gaze flicked to Herrera. “What the hell is going on?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. Harlow’s voice cut through the silence. “We need to go. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the back room door. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the door. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the figures, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The man in the long coat stepped forward. “Detective Quinn,” he said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Who the hell are you?” The man stepped into the light. His face was gaunt, his eyes hollow. “Silas. And you, Detective, are in way over your head.” The door slammed shut behind him. The hum of the bar faded into the distance, replaced by the sound of her own heartbeat. Quinn’s gaze flicked to Herrera. “What the hell is going on?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The back door of the bar groaned open. A gust of wind rushed in, carrying with it the scent of rain and something older, something *wrong*. Quinn’s gaze snapped to the alleyway outside. A figure stood there, its silhouette blocking the light. It wasn’t human. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the figure, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The figure took a step forward. The air around it warped, the neon sign flickering like a dying heartbeat. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Silence. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullet had passed through the figure, leaving no trace. Harlow’s voice cut through the silence. “We need to go. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figures inside weren’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the figures, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The man in the long coat stepped forward. “Detective Quinn,” he said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Who the hell are you?” The man stepped into the light. His face was gaunt, his eyes hollow. “Silas. And you, Detective, are in way over your head.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind him. The hum of the city faded into the distance, replaced by the sound of her own heartbeat. Quinn’s gaze flicked to Herrera. “What the hell is going on?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. Harlow’s voice cut through the silence. “We need to go. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figures inside weren’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. A knife? A gun? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. She moved. The alleyway narrowed ahead, the walls closing in like the jaws of some forgotten beast. A shadow shifted ahead. Not the figures. Something else. A figure in a long coat, hunched over a flickering neon sign. The Raven’s Nest. Silas’ bar. The kind of place that didn’t exist on any map. Quinn’s pulse spiked. She’d heard the whispers about the Nest—rumours of deals done in the back room, of things that weren’t quite human. But she’d dismissed it as superstition. Until now. She pushed off the wall, her boots splashing through another puddle. The air grew thicker as she approached the bar’s entrance. The neon sign buzzed, casting a sickly green glow over the cracked pavement. Inside, the hum of conversation was low, almost hypnotic. The kind of place where people came to disappear. Quinn stepped inside, her gaze scanning the dimly lit room. Old maps lined the walls, yellowed with age. A few patrons sat at the bar, their faces half-lit by the dim bulbs. None of them were her target. Then she saw him. A man in a tailored suit, his back to her, standing near the back of the room. He wasn’t alone. A woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the bar, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Her smile was sharp, predatory. Quinn’s jaw tightened. She recognised the woman. *Detective Harlow Quinn.* The name fit the face—sharp jawline, cold brown eyes. The kind of woman who didn’t make mistakes. The man turned slightly, just enough for Quinn to see the scar running along his left forearm. Tomás Herrera. The paramedic. The one who’d been seen leaving the scene of the last three unsolved murders. Quinn’s hand twitched toward her holster. She needed to play this carefully. Too much noise, and she’d lose them both. “Evening, Detective,” Herrera said, his voice smooth, accented. He didn’t turn around. “You look like you’ve been through the wringer.” Quinn didn’t answer. She stepped closer, her boots silent on the worn wooden floor. The woman—Harlow—finally noticed her. Her smile didn’t waver, but her fingers tightened around her glass. “Quinn,” she said, her voice like ice. “What a surprise.” “You’re bleeding,” Quinn said, her voice low. “Again.” Harlow’s smile faltered for just a second. “I’ve been in a fight.” “With yourself?” Harlow’s eyes flicked to Herrera. “Tomás here was just telling me about your little *hobby*.” Quinn’s gaze snapped to Herrera. “What hobby?” “Helping people,” he said, his voice calm. “The ones who need it most.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her holster again. “You’re not a paramedic anymore.” Herrera finally turned, his dark eyes meeting hers. “No. I’m not.” A beat of silence. The hum of the bar filled the space between them. “You’re involved,” Quinn said, her voice a growl. “In whatever this is.” Harlow’s laugh was sharp. “You have no idea what you’re walking into, Quinn.” Quinn didn’t answer. She stepped forward, her hand finally resting on her holster. “I know you’re lying.” Harlow’s smile returned, but it was colder now. “Then you’ll find out why.” The back door of the bar creaked open. A gust of wind rushed in, carrying with it the scent of rain and something older, something *wrong*. A figure stepped inside, its silhouette blocking the light. Quinn’s breath caught. It wasn’t a man. Not anymore. The figure’s skin was too pale, too smooth. Its eyes—black as a void—locked onto hers. A whisper slithered through the air, a voice that wasn’t a voice. “She’s yours,” it said. “For now.” Harlow’s hand shot out, gripping Quinn’s wrist. “Run.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the figure, her mind racing. This wasn’t possible. Not in London. Not in 2023. The figure took a step forward. The air around it warped, the neon sign flickering like a dying heartbeat. Quinn’s hand closed around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the bar, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Silence. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around the gun. The bullet had passed through the figure, leaving no trace. Harlow’s grip on her wrist loosened. “You’re not ready for this.” Quinn’s gaze snapped to her. “What the hell was that?” Harlow’s eyes were wide, her voice barely above a whisper. “Something that shouldn’t exist.” A loud *thud* echoed from the back room. The hidden door swung open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway. A man in a long coat, his face obscured by the shadows. “Detective Quinn,” he said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Who the hell are you?” The man stepped into the light. His face was gaunt, his eyes hollow. “Silas. And you, Detective, are in way over your head.” The back room door slammed shut behind him. The hum of the bar faded into the distance, replaced by the sound of her own heartbeat. Quinn’s gaze flicked to Herrera. “What the hell is going on?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the back room door, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. Two more figures stepped into the light, their forms flickering like dying embers. Their eyes—black as voids—locked onto hers. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the figures, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The figures took a step forward. The air around them warped, the neon sign flickering like a dying heartbeat. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figures’ lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the bar, the bullet striking the figures’ chests. They staggered back, their forms flickering like dying lights. Then they were gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. Harlow’s voice cut through the silence. “We need to go. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the back room door. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the door. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the figures, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The man in the long coat stepped forward. “Detective Quinn,” he said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Who the hell are you?” The man stepped into the light. His face was gaunt, his eyes hollow. “Silas. And you, Detective, are in way over your head.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are they?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway. “Why?” Harlow’s eyes flickered to the shadows. “Because whatever’s in there, it’s not human. And it’s not alone.” Quinn’s fingers tightened around her gun. “Then let’s find out what it wants.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You’re going to regret that.” The alleyway door slammed shut behind them. The hum of the city returned, but the air felt heavier, thicker. Quinn’s gaze flicked to the alleyway entrance. A flicker of movement—a glint of something metallic catching the streetlight. Quinn exhaled sharply, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her hand, her fingers still tight around her gun. The bullets had passed through the figures, leaving no trace. The alleyway door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, its form flickering like a dying light. Quinn’s hand tightened around her gun. “Tell me what you want.” Harlow’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “You don’t want to know.” The figure’s lips parted. A sound like tearing fabric filled the air. Quinn fired. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the bullet striking the figure’s chest. It staggered back, its form flickering like a dying light. Then it was gone, swallowed by the shadows. Quinn’s breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at Herrera, her voice barely a whisper. “What the hell is happening?” Herrera’s eyes were wide, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t want to know.” Harlow’s hand found Quinn’s shoulder. “We need to leave. Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She stared at the shadows, her mind racing. She’d come here for answers. She’d come here for Herrera. But this? This was something else entirely. The alleyway door creaked open. This time, the figure inside wasn’t alone. A man in a long coat stepped into the light, his face obscured by the shadows. Behind him, a woman in a sleek black dress leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the rim of a glass. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat. She looked at Herrera