The fire crackled low in the tavern hearth, casting flickering shadows over mismatched mugs and half-finished plates. Laughter rang out from the far table, drunken, and rowdy.

Here, everything was easy.

Kaede sat across from her, straight-backed as always, her drink untouched, her lips curled in that quiet, knowing smile she always wore when Akiko was one mug past restraint.

Akiko slouched sideways in her chair, tail flicking lazily around the leg, one boot braced against the edge of the table. Her cheeks were flushed, and her grin was all teeth and mischief.

"So?" Kaede asked, resting her chin on one hand. "Going to settle down one day, or are you planning to drink your way across the continent until someone knocks sense into you?"

Akiko waved a hand, nearly sloshing ale across the table. "Kaede, please. Someone tried. Remember Jelric? Tall, dumb, great shoulders?"

Kaede raised an eyebrow. "The one who challenged a mimic to impress you?"

"Exactly. Didn't make it out of the ruins. Handsome idiot." She took another swig. "Great smile, though."

She always said it had been his idea. That he'd known the risks. That some people just weren't built for her kind of life.

Kaede's expression tightened, just for a moment. But it faded as Akiko leaned back with a contented sigh, one leg now kicking gently under the table.

Drink softened the edges of that frustration. Kept it from becoming guilt.

"What about that scholar in Caerryn?" Kaede pressed. "The one who wrote you poetry in five dialects?"

"Married." Akiko made a face. "To his work. I came in second to a cursed manuscript. Can you believe that?"

At least that one survived.

Kaede shook her head slowly. "Only you could turn courtship into a dungeon hazard."

Akiko winked. "I have a type."

The warmth held a moment longer. Mugs on wood, soft firelight, the low hum of Kaede's laugh.

Akiko's attention was drawn to the edge of the room, where someone watched. A woman. Older, dark hair, amber eyes like flickering glass. Kitsune. Like her. Like Kaede. Like...

The moment blinked.

Her mug was back in her hands. Kaede was talking about something. Akiko had lost the thread.

The stranger was gone. Had she been there? No one else seemed to notice.

The door slammed open.

A gust of cold night wind burst into the tavern, scattering embers and silence in equal measure.

Akiko didn't turn at first. She didn't have to.

The figure in the doorway stood red-faced, breathing hard, flanked by two town guards. Her coat was spattered with ash, and her eyes burned with something too sharp for grief.

Akiko winced.

"Oh. Right. That was the sister."

She stood. Chair legs scraped against the floorboards.

"Ah, hell."

The dream fractured around her like glass under pressure. Light bled sideways. The air pulled taut.

Kaede's face blurred. The fire froze mid-flicker.

Akiko jolted awake, back pressed to the rough wall behind her, her heart hammering in her chest.

The sound hit her first.

A low, pulsing rhythm that vibrated through the floor and up her spine. Not the staccato panic of sirens, not the sterile hum of magitech.

Akiko blinked, adjusting to the dim corridor. A flickering sign above the door displayed something in stylized Asharan script she didn't recognize. Her HUD didn't translate it either. Slang, maybe. The symbols glowed violet, bleeding softly into the rust-stained walls.

A bass note struck low, and the floor shook. The door was slightly ajar.

She hesitated. Then pushed inside.

The space beyond swallowed her.

Light strobed violet, blue, and silver. Smoke coiled above the heads of a dense crowd, dancing bodies layered in synthetic fabrics and glowing biolumes. The air reeked of sweat, oil, and something spiced and unfamiliar.

The music was a pulse more than a song. A living thing stitched into the bones of the room. Beats dropped heavy enough to shake her ribs. Shattered voices wove in and out, distorted and drowned beneath percussion.

She stepped into the crowd. Nobody looked twice.

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Someone brushed past her with painted skin and mirror-plated eyes. Another flicked an augmented arm in time with the beat, fingers trailing phosphorescent trails. Ears, tails, horns, implants, nothing here was strange enough to stand out.

Even hers.

Akiko exhaled slowly. Her shoulder sagged. Her tail loosened. The tension in her jaw eased, just a fraction.

This wasn't her world. The music didn't follow any rhythm she knew. The dance had no form. The lights were too bright, the air too hot, the people too loud.

But for the first time in days—

She didn't feel like a spectacle. Didn't feel like a liability. Didn't feel like something that didn't belong.

Here, in this strange, rhythmic dark, she was just another shadow, moving with the beat.

The beat shifted. Lower now, slower, a coiling rhythm that wrapped around the crowd like smoke.

She stood near the edge of the floor, letting it pulse through her. Her ears twitched in time with the music. Her tail flicked lazily. Her leg ached, but she didn't move.

The lights caught the edge of her silhouette, blurred by sweat, foxfire still faint in her aura, though she was trying not to let it show.

Someone stepped into her peripheral vision.

A man. Tall, clean profile. Not augmented, but the kind of confidence that made you look twice.

He didn't speak, just watched her for a moment. Head tilted, amused. Then offered a hand.

Akiko raised an eyebrow. "You sure you want to?"

His smile was easy. "I don't need forever. Just the song."

She snorted, but her fingers brushed his anyway. Light contact. Curious.

She didn't need connection. Not here, not now. Just a place to stand where the sirens couldn't reach her. If that meant playing along, fine.

She stepped forward.

They fell into motion. He didn't try to lead. He moved with her, watching for her rhythm and sliding into it, adjusting without forcing.

She twisted her hips, favoring her good leg, letting the beat catch her breath. His hand slid to her waist. She didn't shrug it off.

The crowd thickened around them. Bodies glinting under refracted lights. Everything was heat and sound and pressure.

Her eyes fluttered half-closed.

He leaned in. Close, but not quite touching.

"You don't belong here," he said.

She met his gaze, lips quirking sideways.

"Neither do you."

The next drop hit like thunder. She turned in place, his hand trailing across her back.

She didn't know his name. Didn't ask.

They didn't speak as the next song rolled in. More bass, less tempo. Akiko swayed, a little looser now, warmth curling in her chest. The ache in her leg had dulled beneath the rhythm and proximity. His palm still rested lightly at her waist.

He leaned close, lips brushing her ear.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

She considered it. Just for a moment. Not seriously.

But enough to let her smile tug sideways. "Tempting."

He smiled like a man used to yes.

Then the pressure changed. A ripple ran through the room, the way a storm gathers at the edge of perception.

Dancers slowed. Conversations stumbled. Somewhere across the club, an entrance hissed open with hydraulic finality.

Akiko's gaze sharpened instantly.

Three figures in dark armor stepped through the far doors. Clean lines. Faces obscured. Their helmets bore Asharan tactical sigils, faintly pulsing with blue sensor glow.

She felt the first pulse of a scanner sweep pass over her.

She cursed under her breath.

"Problem?" the man asked, watching her expression shift.

"Yeah," she muttered, eyes already scanning exits. "About that drink—"

He caught her wrist, not tightly. "You okay?"

Her tail twitched. "I'm about to be."

She surged into motion.

He didn't hesitate.

They pushed through the crowd together, her shoulder leading, his hand never quite leaving her. She expected him to fall behind. Most did. But he was fast. Focused. He moved with purpose, not panic.

They slipped through a narrow service corridor between stalls. Crates. Storage bins. A broken drinks dispenser flickering with old labels.

He followed. Still too close. Still not letting go. She turned on him, voice sharp.

"You don't get points for keeping up. They saw us together. That makes you a target now."

He blinked, breath fogging in the cold.

"So what now?"

"Now I make sure you live the night," she said, already moving. "And then I disappear."

Sirens screamed faintly outside. The pulse of the club narrowed behind them, the bass fading beneath alarm tones.

She veered hard into a narrow access corridor, dragging him behind her. A sealed hatch yielded to her touch, and they emerged into a stairwell lit only by emergency strips and the echo of footfalls.

He didn't ask questions. He just ran.

Two floors up, a shout rang out below.

Three floors—

A bullet screamed past, carving sparks from the railing.

Akiko swore and yanked him sideways as another shot pinged the wall just behind his head.

She shoved through the rooftop door, the cold biting instantly into her sweat-soaked suit. The city unfurled below them, Ashara's underbelly glowing in industrial gold and harsh white lines. Drones blinked in the sky, sirens flared from three streets over. No exits.

Just air.

The guy stumbled to a stop beside her, panting, eyes wide. "End of the line?"

She reached up to the sapphire focus of her mana necklace. It pulsed once, mana threads spooling through the air, feeding into the lines of her suit's inner weave.

Familiar runes flickered into visibility across her sleeves and spine. Runes that she had developed with Tanya for the Driftknight's drive core.

Akiko turned to him.

"Here's the part where you trust me."

He stared at her, chest rising and falling.

"You've got a plan?" he asked.

"No," she said. "I've got wings."

And then she stepped off the edge, gripping his coat, dragging him with her.

He didn't scream. Not right away.

The air tore past them, and then the foxfire flared, blue-white and blinding. Mana surged through the integrated channels of her suit. The runes stabilized, arcing into an aerodynamic burn.

They fell like a comet. Arcing between towers, trailing sapphire fire in a long, slow curve toward the docks.

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Wind roared past. His grip tightened on her waist.

"You know," he shouted, voice lost under the wind, "this would be the perfect moment to kiss me."

She didn't answer. Her eyes were locked on the landing zone, her jaw tight.

"No?" he added. "Too soon?"

Her tail lashed in the wind behind them.

"Try it," she said, "and I let go."

They hit the lower gantry in a skidding blur of light and pressure, boots striking metal hard enough to echo across the dock and tumbling into a roll.

Akiko absorbed the worst of the landing, shoulder rolling as they came to a stop behind a stack of shipping crates. Her leg flared with pain, but her suit absorbed some of the shock.

They were alive. He was still holding her. Arms wrapped firm around her waist, breath warm against her neck, his heart hammering like he couldn't believe it had worked.

He didn't say anything at first. He just held on. Too long.

She sighed quietly, gaze tilting toward the sea of distant cranes and container haulers. The hum of the port filled the silence: industrial rhythm, nightshift hydraulics, a low siren somewhere far off.

This was why she was picky.

He loosened his grip just enough to speak.

"You are... absolutely insane."

She didn't answer.

A clang echoed somewhere off to the east. Faint, but sharp enough to draw the ear.

Her expression shifted, just slightly. A soft smile. Eyes narrowed with mischief.

"Look," she murmured, brushing a hand lightly along his arm, "over there."

Kitsune charm laced into her words, just enough to draw his attention.

He turned. Just a glance. When he looked back—

She was gone. A flicker of foxfire shimmered where her weight had been, fading fast. The air still warm where her body had pressed into his. Only the faintest trace of smoke on the wind, and a silence where she'd been breathing.

She didn't leave a name. Didn't need to.

She wasn't a savior. She was a fox on the wind.

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