Laper sat on the curb near her HQ, the street around her quiet and dim. A weak streetlamp buzzed overhead, throwing long shadows on the pavement. She staored at the ground, not really seeing anything — just trying to make sense of what happened.

She had gone to her old mentor earlier that day, the one person she thought she could still rely on. She asked for help, explained the pressure she was under, the competitors she needed to handle. He listened… or at least she thought he did.

But instead of backing her up, he walked straight to the other side and handed them everything.

The betrayal hit harder than she expected.

No tears fall down ,,Just shock. A kind of quiet, heavy emptiness settling in her chest.

Sitting there on the cold pavement, she realized she couldn’t trust anyone anymore. Not really. Not the people she trained with, not the one she thought could rely on, Trust felt like a luxury she didn’t have.

The only thing she was sure of now was loyalty — her own.

And right now, all she knew was this: she was loyal to Matt as her crew leader.

That was it. No promises, no big declarations. Just a simple fact in a world that suddenly felt unstable.

Those pesky Phillies and New Yorkers. Matt for auth