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But she couldn’t help but feel that way with the other. She’s hard to read, and the fact that she acted like she is hiding something. “Who are you!” she shouted at the other who was walking away from her calmly like nothing happened. Aedre stopped walking then turned her head to look at Tivona who had her hands clenched into fists at her sides, then spoke calmly. “I’m the guardian of water.”

Her boots were damp from the gravel path; her coat was slung over one arm, and a sleek black tablet was in her hand. “There’s something you need to see,” she said without preamble. She walked over and carefully set the tablet down on the glass table in front of Ava. With a quick tap on the screen, a video started playing. Ava leaned in closer, her eyes focused intently. It was security footage, low resolution and in night vision, showing a warehouse scene. A skilled fighter in black moved, taking down opponents quickly and efficiently. With each move, they struck decisively, using just the right amount of force to neutralise a guard without drawing attention.

Ava snaps, only to open her eyes wide when Scar looks up evilly at her, “You-you tricked me!” Scar hooks Ava’s neck with her arm, giving a big smile to the guy who was recording her with Ava’s face also in the shot. The guy mumbles sorry and quickly leaves as Ava struggles to get out of her grip. “Hope to see your little movie posted!” Scar waves behind the guy with a bright smile, “I’ll subscribe!” “Scarlett Fuller!” Ava finally snaps, pushing Scar away only to trip herself. But even such a little action of aggression makes the masked man step up, blocking between them like a dark guardian angel.

The Old Port of Blackwood was a graveyard of rusted shipping containers and skeletal cranes that groaned in the salt-heavy wind. The moon was a jagged sliver of bone in the sky, casting long, distorted shadows across the asphalt. Ava stepped out of the Mustang, her red power suit now hidden beneath her father’s dark tactical windbreaker. She looked small against the towering machinery, but her gaze was a cold, unwavering flint. In her right hand, she clutched the silver locket. In her left, the glass vial containing the "Kill Switch."

I look up at the clock to see its past eleven. Colton's POV I groan as I quickly slip into my suit after the fashion show and i move down to my car. I hate to leave Ava, not that I have feelings for her, not yet but she is the most important person in my life. Even though as much as she acted as her usual good caring girl, I could see that she wasn't happy. I saw her face fall. I felt bad for doing this, I knew she understood though.

Outside, the city's lights were muted, casting an eerie glow that added to Carver's sense of disconnect from the world. The penthouse, high above the chaos of daily life, was his sanctuary. Yet, as he sat in the leather-clad chair, he felt a pull towards something he knew he shouldn't do. He fought it for a moment longer. His mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but his desire won the battle. With a resigned sigh, he clicked on the screen, activating the security cameras. Ava's image appeared, graceful and mesmerizing, captured in a private moment in her bath.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

But soon, he noticed Ambrose looking sad. Vincent wondered if he was seeing things when he saw Ambrose cry. No way! Vincent raised his phone and pressed the record button. It wasn't intentional, but Vincent's hands had minds of their own. Vincent decided to use the video against Ambrose if he ever bullied him again. MAVIS was also sneakily filming it from the side. It was an artificial intelligence robot, after all. MAVIS thought it had the responsibility to document human history. Suddenly, Ambrose looked directly into the camera.

She couldn't stay here any longer and become the scapegoat. But she couldn't leave Maverick in danger either. Violet squinted and observed her surroundings. The slight vibration coming from her wrist suddenly caught her attention. She looked down and saw her wristwatch, which belonged to her spying equipment. A small smile formed on her face. "Take this!" She took off her wristwatch and yelled, throwing it in Maverick's direction. Violet had used the wristwatch for spying purposes. The wristwatch could help Maverick observe his surroundings.

Because whatever frightened the First Human had to be unimaginably dangerous. The voice returned. Soft. Beautiful. Ancient. And somehow heartbreakingly familiar. "After all this time..." The darkness beyond the fracture stirred. The thousands of shapes hidden within it shifted. Watching. Waiting. Listening. The Witness moved. Its colossal eye narrowed. Not in anger. Recognition. Ava immediately noticed. "You know her." The Witness remained silent. The hesitation itself was an answer. Then the impossible happened. The enormous eye lowered. As though bowing. Across the network, shock exploded.