The night did not merely fall over the city but settled into its bones with a slow and deliberate weight, and far beneath the quiet streets where ordinary footsteps passed without notice, the tunnels stretched in damp silence, their walls breathing a faint chill as though the earth itself held secrets it had long refused to surrender, and Marcus Kane stood within that darkness with a stillness that was not calm but controlled restraint, his fingers resting loosely at his sides while his gaze lifted toward the unseen world above as if he could feel her through layers of stone and shadow alike.
