Foxhole wasn't on any map.
It was carved beneath an abandoned bookstore in District Seven, marked only by a cracked symbol on the door—a jagged wolf's tooth, etched in rust.
Sky stood at the threshold.
One knock.Two seconds.A sliding panel opened.
A man's eyes—sharp, gold-flecked—stared through.
"…Sky?"
Sky blinked. "You know me?"
The panel slammed shut.
The door creaked open.
Sky stepped into darkness that pulsed like a heartbeat.
The room below was lit by flickering fluorescents and silence.Graffiti scrawled across concrete. Weapons on the table. Files. Maps. Red string.
A woman sat at the head of it all.
Red leather gloves. Silver hair twisted like smoke. Cigarette burning in an old ashtray.
She looked at him like he was a story she'd read twice.
"So," she said. "You're the Sky."
Sky swallowed. "I'm looking for Day."
Her smile curved like a blade.
"You're always looking for him. That's your role in this, isn't it?"
Sky tensed. "Who are you?"
"I'm the one who told Day never to fall in love," she said, rising slowly. "And the one who realized—too late—that he never listens when it comes to you."
She walked over, eyes scanning him.
"No wire. No tail. You're cleaner than I expected. Smarter, too."
Sky squared his shoulders. "I didn't come here for compliments."
Her grin sharpened. "No, you didn't. You came here because something inside you finally snapped, and you realized love isn't soft. Love is war."
Sky didn't deny it.
She nodded, satisfied. "Good. Then it's time you learned why you matter more than even Day knows."
She snapped her fingers.
A folder was brought forward.
Sky opened it—and saw pages of classified documents. Birth records. DNA analysis.
One sheet stood out.His name. A red mark.CODE: ARGENTLEVEL: IMMUNE
He looked up, confused.
"You're not just Day's heart, sweetheart," the woman said quietly. "You're the one thing Lucien can't break. The only piece on the board he can't touch without the whole game imploding."
Sky's voice cracked. "Why?"
"Because of what you are," she said. "And what you know. Even if you don't realize it yet."
She leaned closer.
"You're not a bystander. You're the weapon they don't know how to control."
Sky backed up, breath shallow.
Then:
A screen behind them lit up.
CCTV footage.
Day.Fighting. Bleeding. Surrounded.
The woman cursed under her breath.
"They made their move early."
Sky's hands shook.
"I have to go to him."
She looked at him. "You do that, you might not come back."
"I don't care," Sky said.
And he meant it.