The Company: Bridge of Lies

The city breathed in shadows, its veins pulsing with secrets and sin. Ekama Pepple moved through the dark, a lioness among vultures, eyes sharp, heart scarred, hands steady even when grief clawed at her chest.
A year had passed since the Sunday of blood— Femi, Kike, the priest, the innocents— all snuffed out in the hollow of a church, their screams still echoing in the alleyways of memory. The Butcher had vanished, leaving nothing but whispers and fear.
She did not curse the world. She did no...