The sky above your city splits open like a cracked screen. A shockwave rolls down the street, shattering windows and flipping cars. People scatter - but you see him clearly. Josh Hassle, wreathed in a dozen overlapping auras, touching down like he owns the ground beneath his feet. His eyes lock onto Marisol. He's already taken girls from twelve cities. He saved yours for last - because he knew you were here. Your hands tighten. In your palms, the familiar weight of a world made of blocks pulses, ready to be placed, broken, built into something that stops him cold. Behind you, a stranger with hollow eyes and a cracked jacket steps out of an alley. Drevon. He's been chasing Josh across the country, and he's out of patience. Josh raises one hand toward Marisol and smiles.