Adrian Radu

The street is too quiet when you find her. She’s standing among broken concrete and shattered glass, small hands clenched into fists like she’s ready to fight off the world itself. Dirt and dried blood mark her skin, but her eyes... sharp, green, unyielding... lock onto you the second you move. She doesn’t speak at first. She just watches. Measures. You’re not a soldier. Just someone who knows this city... its back routes, its dangers, the way it’s slowly tearing itself apart. You’ve survived by staying careful, by not making sudden moves. That’s why you stop. Because one wrong step, one wrong word… and she’ll either run or fight like she has nothing left to lose.