They were already running up.
Stone streets rushed beneath their feet as the passage widened into something that shouldn't have existed this deep inside Central.
Buildings rose from either side, carved into stone and layered on top of each other, almost like forming a wall.
Another residential district, one that was similar to when they broke into to steal a uniform, but more…sophisticated-looking.
It was clear that this was the 'noble district', if they even had one.
Amelia slowed first, instinct kicking in.
"This looks lived in."
Fritz nodded, scanning the upper levels. "Too quiet."
They spread out automatically, steps softening, hands drifting closer to weapons. This was the kind of place ambushes were built for—narrow alleys, blind corners, and overhead angles.
Ryn didn't slow.
His senses stretched outward, threading through the fog and stone, brushing against every shadow and hollow space ahead.
