The picture on his phone was a violation. It was a threat, silent and insidious, that had turned the familiar, safe streets of their neighborhood into a hunting ground. Nina, laughing at something on her phone, completely unaware that she was being watched, that she had been marked as a target.
Kofi's hands were shaking, not with fear, but with a rage so pure and cold it felt like ice in his veins. The system-granted self-defense skills, the physical violence, the stupid, messy brawl in the alley—that had been about protecting someone in immediate danger. This was different. This was a calculated, cowardly attack on the one person who had become the center of his new, complicated world.
His phone buzzed again.
> Unknown: Stay away from Yuna. She's our business. Not yours. This is your only warning.
