On the street below Kensei, red and blue lights illuminated the aftermath of the police raid. Police loaded handcuffed cultists into the back of a van while an assortment of bystanders watched from a safe distance.

Kensei wished she could say she had helped the police, but really everything was finished by the time she was able to run there. She tried to reassure herself that she had helped: she'd told the police where to find the cult, she'd used her power to protect them from harm, and she was able to resolve the issue with the car.

But she also feared her family was right, and the city didn't need her to stay up late every night and fight the good fight.

A flash of gold beyond the police circle caught her attention and snapped her from her brooding. As she strained t...

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