A few days later, Darryl called the team to his office—formerly Marcus'—for their first official mission. Each of them wore the gifts Marcus had passed down.
Kento had Marcus' rapier, Umbra, strapped to his side, the sleek blade a constant reminder of his mentor's legacy. Constantine adjusted his trench coat, the red runes subtly gleaming as if ready for action. Jane flexed her fingers in the black gloves, feeling a comforting surge of power coursing through them.
Darryl leaned back in his chair, a grin playing on his lips. "Alright, team. Our codename is Nocturne."
Jane nodded, her eyes lighting up. "I like it. Sounds badass."
Constantine smirked. "Better than Sunshine. Would've killed my vibe."
Kento, ever the practical one, added, "It fits."
