Last time. The mission in the Ashen District. The demon that had worn a child’s face. Hazel had frozen for two seconds. Two seconds too long. Marcus had taken a claw meant for her. The possession that followed had been slow, insidious—a whisper in the blood. Top had ordered containment. Hazel had argued for extraction. She lost.
The adventure continues in , where Hazel must navigate this new challenge, confronting not just the physical barriers to her freedom but also the complex web of allegiances and betrayals.
Combining different textures, such as the industrial coldness of steel with the organic feel of rope, to create a specific visual language.
Hazel stood outside the nondescript building, her eyes locked on the structure. It was a bland, five-story office building in a part of town that was usually deserted after dark. But she knew better. This was where The Syndicate conducted their darkest operations.
“Authorized. But Hazel—he’s still wearing Marcus’s face. Can you do it?”