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Previously

…As the first hint of dawn began to paint the sky in bruised hues of purple and grey, Miller remained in the silent, echoing warehouse. The hunt was not over. It had merely entered a new, more terrifying phase. Zyir was out there, wounded, desperate, and more dangerous than ever. And Miller knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was far from the end. The beast had been unleashed, and the city was still its hunting ground. The shadows would continue to lengthen, and the whispers would grow louder, a testament to the predator who walked among them, unseen, unhindered, forever free.