Espada moved swiftly across the rooftops, her breath steady despite the urgency pulsing through her veins. Something was off—she could feel it. A presence, lurking in the shadows, watching. She paused mid-step, eyes scanning her surroundings. The city below was alive with movement, but up here, it was just her and the night.
She dashed forward, leaping across the rooftops with expert precision. The sensation of being followed grew stronger. Her instincts screamed at her—she was not alone.
Then, without warning, she veered off course and dropped into a narrow alley, pressing her back against the cold stone wall. She waited, breath held, ears straining for the faintest sound. Seconds passed, then minutes. Nothing. No movement, no presence, just the distant murmur of the city.
Had she imagined it?
