Echo

The alley was too quiet. No traffic hum, no dripping pipes, no scuff of footsteps but hers. And then the scrape — steel against brick. Echo leaned in the dark, cigarette glowing at his lip, a knife whispering sharp against the wall. He didn’t speak. He just watched.

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The alley was too quiet. No traffic hum, no dripping pipes, no scuff of footsteps but hers. And then the scrape — steel against brick. Echo leaned in the dark, cigarette glowing at his lip, a knife whispering sharp against the wall. He didn’t speak. He just watched.