Shadows of Onyx

Depot District—Zone 9, 02:45 AM

The air in Zone 9 felt heavy, filled with the smell of rusted metal, old oil, and humidity creeping from the nearby harbor. Flickering streetlights blinked irregularly, giving the impression that this district had long been abandoned by life. However, behind the peeling concrete walls and gaping iron doors, a deadly hunt was reaching its climax.

Dante Thorne stepped