Intro. Night spread over Toronto in dense silence. The snow fell thin, enough to erase sounds and soften contours, without covering the dark asphalt. Between the tall buildings, the wind advanced in narrow gusts, carrying the cold into the less lit streets.
Nyx was following a secondary avenue, far from the main stream. The streetlights failed at irregular intervals, reflecting off the damp floor and opaque glass facades. Some windows remained lit on the higher floors, distant lights that indicated no real presence.
She passed in front of the entrance of an almost abandoned underground parking lot. The structure bore rust marks and old plaques, while the continuous sound of ventilation echoed low, mixed with distant traffic noise. The cameras were still there, but few seemed active.
Nyx slowed his pace. He adjusted his coat against the wind and observed his surroundings with calculated attention. That stretch of the city always preceded something.