Watts wandered aimlessly through the bright streets of LA, the faint hum of traffic and occasional chatter of pedestrians blending into the background.
His hands were shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his shoulders hunched against the chill of his own thoughts.
He wasn't just stalling—he was trying to untangle the mess in his head before facing Evelyn, a mess of her own kind.
He glanced at the faces of the people around him, ordinary people living their simple lives, blissfully unaware of the supernatural shadows beneath their world.
A pang of envy shot through him. Ignorance had its perks. They didn't have to think about clones, hidden cities, or kidnapped families.
Maybe my aunt was right, he thought bitterly. I could've lived quietly, leveled up in peace, and maybe even been the richest guy around by now.
But that fantasy dissolved as quickly as it came. Even if he had tried to live quietly, they would've come for him eventually.
