Y/n stood on the rooftop of their apartment building, the wind tugging at their clothes, the skyline of Manhattan sprawling before them like a glittering maze of steel and glass.

Below, the streets hummed with life—yellow cabs weaving through traffic, neon signs flickering in a dozen colors, and the distant murmur of a million voices.

It was a night like any other. Until it wasn't.

A sound cut through the ambient noise—a sharp, metallic screech, like something being torn apart. It came from the alley below, followed by a muffled cry for help.

Y/n leaned over the edge, eyes narrowing.

The creature stepped into the light. It was humanoid, but barely—grey skin stretched over bulging muscles, claws glinting like knives, and a mouth full of jagged teeth twisting into a cruel grin.