XAVIER POV

Power never comes clean even when you’re trying to use it for good. It always leaves something rotting in your hands.

And tonight, everything I touched was turning to ash.

It doesn’t just corrupt, it multiplies in the dark and right now, every shadow in this city feels like it belonged to my father.

The Fixer’s voice crackled through the speaker, distorted by static. “I’ve run every trace I can find, Xavier, Whoever has Celeste, they’re not showing up on any grid. No ...