London's rain fell like a relentless curtain, drenching everything in sight. The streets glistened under the pale glow of streetlights, reflecting the chaos of a city that never truly slept. Evelyn Hart sprinted through the downpour, her heart pounding in rhythm with her footsteps. Beside her, The Raven—a rogue operative whose allegiance had shifted like the winds—kept pace, his breath coming in short bursts.