k of the Avila villa, her terminal vibrated violently. H

ximilian's furious roar blasted fr

aming the family name. He officially, and with gr

to the Southern District," he declared, his voice dev

calm, almost pleased tone entered

e of making an excuse to leave. Her des

rived at the underground black market. The hood of her sw

ng the duffel bag onto the scratched coun

her, his eyes glinting with the kind of

m her sleeve into her hand. She casually dragged the blade ac

de a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He quickly revised his offer

hailed a battered hover-taxi on her terminal, paying a pr

neon lights of the city slowly giving way to d

ing the system's data on Coleman, running thr

a halt at the end of a pitted, unpaved

, clearly anxious to leav

pped sand against her scarred cheeks, stin

terminal's map toward the only lit building in this waste

posing. As she approached, two burly,

appearance and demand

reshly exchanged cash onto one guard's che

lem

ed. A flicker of fear, of apprehension toward that "mad sc

was a nauseating mix of disinfectant and the smell

led metal door. The name 'Coleman' w

nd to knock, a loud crash of shattering glass eru

gh the metal door, making her head spin. The sys

a spiritual power riot. Danger level: SSS.

the universal override code provided by the syst

and glass shards blasted toward her. She inst

she saw him. The man in the center of

onto hers, filled with nothi