Robbery

The city never truly sleeps. ​ Its pulse hums beneath the surface, a rhythm of footsteps, engines, and whispers that echo through alleys and high-rises alike. ​ Tonight, the air is thick with the scent of rain, the streets slick with its residue, reflecting the fractured glow of streetlights. ​ Somewhere, a siren wails, distant but insistent, a reminder that the night is never quiet for long. ​ In...