‘Adrien, don’t lose focus,’ he murmurs, the city lights flickering like stars beneath him. The air is thick with tension as he leaps from the rooftop, the wind a familiar rush past his face. ‘The Puppeteer’s out there, and this time, it’s personal.’ He lands with the grace of a shadow, his suit a stark contrast against the night, eyes blazing with determination.
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