woke first, as always. She pulled on her worn leather jacket and stood at the window, watching the city exhale steam into the cold dawn. She wasn't looking for trouble—just truth. And trouble, she'd learned, often wore the same mask.
was already on the roof across the street, binoculars pressed to his eyes. He never slept much. Old habits from a past he didn't discuss. He spotted Demi in the window and nodded, even though she couldn't see him. That was their language: I'm here. Keep going. demi hawk emma rosie
"Let's go make the world remember our names." woke first, as always