Hensey didn't slow down.
Not even a little.
Which was honestly impressive in the worst possible way because I had been running like my life depended on it.
Because it did.
Floor 27 turned into a blur. Ruined buildings, broken walls, streets that didn't lead anywhere except more places to die creatively. A whole sunken city just sitting there like it was designed specifically for chase scenes and bad decisions.
And I was currently making both.
I vaulted over a collapsed pillar, boots barely touching the edge before I pushed off again. My lungs were already burning, my legs screaming, but I didn't stop.
Couldn't.
Because behind me...
Yeah.
Still there.
Still chasing.
Still not tired.
"Okay, cool," I muttered under my breath, ducking under a half-fallen archway. "This psycho needs a therapist. Predator with infinite stamina. Very balanced. Very fair."
I cut left sharply, sliding over loose rubble, then pivoted hard right into a narrow alley between broken structures.
