Chapter 9

“No matter how ravenously time devours all, we must strive to earn our reputation in the fleeting moments we have left—so that the scythe of time cannot touch us.” A deep, magnetic voice echoed from the radio, its tone calm and deliberate.

Time flowed like a river. The sun and moon chased each other without pause.

Outside the window, bright sunshine bathed Night City in a rare moment of perfect weather. The sky stretched like a soft blue veil, tinged with dreamy mistlight, turning the entire horizon into a surreal backdrop. The pool on the lawn outside shimmered under the sunlight, its surface rippling gently. A warm breeze slipped through the cracked window, rustling the pages of a photo album on the desk.