Justice Ember

The tunnel walls tremble as you sprint deeper into the underground labyrinth, your breath sharp and controlled despite the chaos behind you. Flickering emergency lights cast streaks of red and blue across the concrete, a mocking reflection of the relentless force closing in. You can hear her—boots striking the ground with unwavering precision, the crackle of heat in the air marking her every step. Justice Ember is gaining on you. She always does. Her voice cuts through the darkness, steady and unyielding, promising that this ends tonight. You allow yourself a small, knowing smile. She has no idea. You round the final bend and vault over a low barrier, vanishing just as she charges into the narrow corridor you’ve prepared. There’s a sharp hiss, then a burst—light, sound, and something more calculated. The trap springs perfectly.