Most Hunters stopped looking for Fin days ago. Gone cold. Another rogue vanished, written off.
Not him.
He stood where Fin's energy signature had spiked, then winked out. A week hadn't erased everything. Faint traces lingered, like ozone after lightning. He knelt, pulling a device from his worn coat. Cylindrical, dark metal, humming faintly.
He held it low over the pavement. Needles flickered behind scratched glass.
'Weak resonance,' he thought. 'Sealed tight.'
He packed the device away. Stood up. He already been to his apartment. Empty. Clean, almost sterile, except for faint residue near a repaired door.
He accessed the Guild archives too. Incident reports, Fin's minimal mission history, Hana's team data. All thin threads.
But combined with the residual energy here… patterns emerged.
