The city’s pulse grew heavier past midnight — sirens in the distance, thunder rumbling low like a warning from the heavens. Every street seemed alive, watching, holding its breath.
Vijay sprinted across the rooftops, the chain clinking softly against his chest with each stride. Below, D’Silva’s car glided through the glistening streets, tires slicing through puddles that mirrored fractured neon light.

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