In the days following their last operation, the city's demonic activity had dwindled to sporadic sightings of lesser demons. Ethan, Clara, and the other recruits had been handling these threats, giving Lara and Kirk the much-needed time to recuperate.
That particular morning, Ethan roared into the unit station on his bike, the engine's growl cutting through the quiet of the early hours. He dismounted, his boots crunching on the gravel as he made his way inside.
The station was alive with the usual morning bustle, agents moving about, their conversations a low hum in the background. Ethan navigated through the organized chaos, nodding to familiar faces, until a voice he didn't recognize stopped him in his tracks.
"I guess today's my lucky day. I finally get to meet the powerful and popular Grimm Reaper... In flesh."
