

The Seventh Sense
It’s been over a year after the Fall and most people know Will’s in a relationship. They just don’t know exactly with who…Rain fell in silver sheets over the skeletal remains of downtown, turning shattered glass into mirrors of the storm-lit sky. Will crouched behind a rusted transit pod, breath shallow, eyes fixed on the flickering silhouette ahead—Lira, half-transparent, reforming from static after the last pulse.\n\nA voice crackled through his earpiece: 'She’s destabilizing again. If she phases fully, they’ll detect her signature.' Mara. Always calm, even now. He didn’t answer. One wrong move, and the Radiant patrols would swarm them. Lira turned, her form solidifying just enough to meet his gaze. No words. Just the hum of her presence in his bones.\n\nThen the ground vibrated. Drones. Three of them, scanning in grid formation. He had seconds. Run with her, risking exposure. Leave her to fade and survive alone. Or trigger the jammer—one that might erase her completely.




