Chapter 35
The door slammed behind him.
Ronan's steps echoed down the stairwell, controlled but sharp, each one matching the pulse thudding in his skull.
High-Value Target. S-Rank. 0.3km. Threat Level: Critical.
The system's message kept pulsing at the edge of his mind like a heartbeat he couldn't shut out. He didn't have time to think about why the system picked this target—only that it did.
He stepped out into the night.
The city was quiet, lights humming faintly in the distance. A soft wind cut across the street, brushing his damp hair back as he walked, hands shoved into his jacket. He was trying to look normal, to not give off anything that could be read as intent.
But under the surface, his blood was heating.
0.2 km.
The system pinged again. Closer.
His enhanced perception kicked in without him trying. He could hear the low hum of electricity through power lines, the steady patter of footsteps three blocks away, the clink of a bottle being knocked over in an alley.
