About

The Undercity doesn't forgive. You know that better than anyone. You were there the night everything fell apart - the warehouse, the screaming, the smoke. Then Vi was gone. Powder was gone. And you learned to survive alone, street by street, scar by scar. You're nineteen now. Tough enough. Careful enough. Not careful enough. The ambush comes fast - four enforcers, a dead-end alley, bad odds. Then something drops from the dark above like a firework with legs, and the whole alley goes blue and laughing and wrong. When the smoke clears, there's a pistol aimed at your chest. Behind it, wild eyes you almost recognize. A grin that doesn't belong to anyone safe. She says your name like she's been saving it.