The train began to slow as the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon, casting a soft, golden hue across the landscape. Nexoria City was coming into view, its towering skyscrapers a stark contrast to the wilderness that surrounded it.
The city was waking up, but the atmosphere was already charged with a sense of purpose—a city of hunters, always ready, always on edge.
As the train came to a halt, I gathered my belongings, my mind already shifting gears to the task ahead. The cabin door slid open with a soft hiss, and I stepped out into the brisk morning air. The platform was surprisingly quiet, with only a few early risers moving about.
Standing near the exit, a woman caught my eye. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, her posture rigid and her expression serious. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and she held a tablet in one hand, her eyes scanning the crowd with practiced efficiency.
