… 02:38 a.m.
The warehouse was quiet.
Scott slouched on a beat-up sofa tucked in a shadowy corner of the commodious space while his legs stretched out as he idly scrolled through his phone.
Gone was his dark combat gear, replaced by a simple black hoodie and jeans. The mask was off, revealing his handsome face and the tired blue eyes of a man who carried far too much on his shoulders.
Not too far away, Brigid lay snug in a sleeping bag he'd grudgingly pulled out for her. She was bundled up like a caterpillar in a cocoon as her chest rose and fell rhythmically with each breath. Her messy black hair framed her peaceful face, making her look far younger than her age.
Scott looked at her and his lips twitched in a faint smirk.
"Psssh… she looks like an angel when she's asleep…"
He sighed as his eyes returned to his phone.
"But when she's awake, it's a different case entirely."
He shook his head and opened Instaflick.
