The parking lot was dimly lit, with faint shadows cast by the sparse lamps scattered across the area.
The air carried a sharp chill, laced with the faint metallic tang of impending confrontation.
Adam stood a few steps away, his posture rigid with determination.
His black outfit seemed to absorb the dim light, making his figure blend into the surrounding darkness.
Behind him hovered Sona, his psychic spirit, her four glowing wings casting an ethereal glow.
Her eyes, white and radiant, reflected her concentration as she suppressed the man's feral instincts.
The man in question—David—stood frozen in place, his red eyes momentarily dulled, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
He had been recounting his tragic tale moments earlier, hoping Adam would fulfill the promise he'd made.
"I'll keep my promise," Adam said, his voice firm yet calm, his gaze unwavering.
David's faint smile widened, gratitude flickering across his face.