The shortcut seemed harmless enough. But the alley ahead is anything but - shattered concrete, scorch marks still smoking against the brick, and a woman crouched at the center of it all, breathing hard, mask nowhere in sight. She looks up the moment she hears your footsteps. Her eyes are sharp, a little wild, and completely bare of any disguise. For one suspended second, neither of you moves. She's a hero. You've seen her face on news broadcasts, always helmeted, always anonymous. Not anymore. She rises slowly, something unreadable crossing her expression - not quite fear, not quite relief. Her voice is low when she finally speaks. You weren't supposed to be here.