A doorway two rooftops over has a familiar air about it — seems as though you've been here before. You leap from one rooftop to the next, making your way to the door.
A sense of déjà-vu shocks you as you make the final leap and a stray ray of sunlight hits your left hand. You hiss in mid-air and land just yards from the door, stumbling as you cradle your injured extremity. Black, greasy smoke emanates from the wound, and you wince as you bite back a curse.
Gunshots, I can handle. But sunlight...
Tend to your wound and survey the scene around you before making any rash decisions. You may be walking into a trap.
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