"Evelyn Vigo. Partner from the Black Gloves period."
The trial provided limited information about each fear, enough for a basic profile. Alp didn't move immediately. He watched the scene take shape, looking for the right angle before committing.
In the trial's rendering, both Raphael and Evelyn were in Black Gloves uniform, running through the interior of a high-rise that was burning from multiple points.
The air distorted with heat. Flames everywhere, the kind that had already passed through the stage of fire and were becoming structural.
Behind them, several men in suits, disheveled now, the elegance stripped off, were following them into the fire, pushing through, refusing to stop.
"Kill them both! Damn it, they took the ledger!"
"Split up, cut them off at the other side, the woman is out of rounds, the man's almost there, they're finished!"
