The neon-lit streets of New York City,pulsed with synthetic life. But Kira Kane moved through them like a shadow—silent, deadly, and detached.
She'd been sent by Death Protocol to eliminate a man who knew too much and was seen as a treat. A target.
She didn't question it. She never did.
Not until tonight.
Her blade sliced through the air, striking with brutal precision—but with each hit, something echoed in her mind. A whisper. A memory.
A boy's voice calling her name. A gentle laugh. A warm touch on her shoulder.
She stumbled after her final strike, standing over the crumpled body of her target. Her grip tightened on the glowing codeblade. Her heart—was beating too fast.
Why?
More images came, unbidden. A face. His face.
Riven.
The glitch in her mind surged again, this time stronger. Her body responded like it recognized his name—like it wanted to run toward it.
She didn't understand why.
But she would find out.
At the hideout, Riven stood beside a broken mirror.
He looked around at the children—innocent, broken, like he once was.
With fire in his eyes he clenched his fists.
"We'll take them home."
Tony gave a small nod. Mark said nothing, but stepped beside Lucy.
Riven opened the portal, revealing a rainy alley in Brooklyn. It shimmered like a door to another world.
They moved quickly.
Riven took two small siblings—one boy, one girl.
Vincent carried two others, barely older.
Tony led three heading toward Queens.
Mark and Lucy stayed behind to protect the rest.
This was the beginning of something new.
Hours later, Riven wandered alone through the city. He had dropped the siblings at their home. His hoodie was soaked from the rain, but he kept walking—thinking about what came next.
Then he felt it.
A chill.
He turned—and saw her.
Kira stepped out of the alley behind him, eyes gleaming beneath the neon haze. Her black coat flared in the wind, and the glow of her digital sword hummed faintly.
She looked... conflicted.
"Kira," Riven whispered, frozen.
She didn't strike.
She didn't speak at first.
Then—
"I remember things," she said. "Flashes. Feelings. You."
He stepped forward, slowly.
"You're not my enemy," he said gently.
Her blade lowered.
"But I don't know who I am."
"You're Kira Alina Kane," Riven said, voice cracking. "My sister."
She flinched like the name hurt.
"I need the truth," she said, eyes burning.
"And I'll give it to you," Riven whispered.
Rain fell harder as they stood in silence—two souls caught between the past and the future.