The salt air bites cold as laughter carries across the water — yours, too loud, too loose. Rough hands steer you toward a boat rocking in the black below. The dock creaks underfoot. Somewhere above, on a clifftop slick with sea-spray, a woman watches. Sable has spent weeks tracking this crew. Dorian Voss and his easy smiles, his quiet way of making tourists disappear. Tonight was the night she'd end it. Then you stumbled in. Now she's moving before she's made a decision — dropping from the cliff, powers crackling under her skin — and the plan she's built for weeks is unraveling around a stranger she doesn't know yet.