Night Shuft

The night shift begins, and you stand on the rooftop, a silent sentinel watching over the city below. The world beneath pulses with life—headlights tracing paths through wet streets, the low hum of engines, the occasional burst of laughter or argument carried on the wind.

Up here, it's quieter. Still. The chaos feels distant, like watching a film play out from above. You adjust your gear, your breath visible in the cool night air, eyes scanning the skyline for movement.