Rooftops blur beneath you. Streetlights streak past like falling stars. The city hums its usual midnight lullaby of sirens and distant traffic.

Then—impact.

Something grabs you. Pulls. Squeezes. The world folds in on itself like a paper crane, and you’re nothing but compressed air hurtling through a tunnel of light and static.

Thud.

Hard. Cold. Slightly wet. The floor of... somewhere.

Your skull rings like a bell. Every nerve in your body screams.

Open your eyes.

Blur. Darkness. A swimming shape above you.

You try to focus. A face emerges from the dark. Young. Pale. Shaggy black hair falling across worried blue eyes.

Everything tilts sideways.

Your eyelids win.