A dead graveyard shouldn't feel this alive. Viktor can feel its pressure the moment they pull up. The squad rolls in with a plan held together by hope and stubbornness. But the denizens of the cemetery are caught up in plans already.

Coffee, vertigo, a plan. Viktor pushes his connection with the dead until the world tilts sideways. A lead arrives fast, pointing somewhere that makes his skin crawl. The squad has a target and a plan—one of those is solid.

While visions of friends and sugar plums danced in his head, Viktor went to sleep.

A single question cracks the fragile calm, forcing Viktor to explain the impossible. Finn’s anger isn’t just about death—it’s about what’s left behind. The air tightens as proof replaces doubt. Some secrets, once shared, change everyone.

The cabin offers shelter, but not peace, as Viktor and his motley quartet battle exhaustion and each other. Kira treats Finn like a loaded weapon, and Rue guards her secrets. When morning comes, Viktor must face the past he thought he’d outrun.

Pain barely keeps Viktor half-conscious as Finn drags him toward safety. Chai is silent. Plans to confront the Contagion crumble the moment Kira calls in terror. Now Viktor’s fight isn’t just his own. It’s personal.

Viktor goes to save Chaus with a little help from his “friends”. The meat locker is freezing and Chaus is hanging by a thread. It’s unlikely they will both make it out alive.

Viktor is finally alone and hidden from the gang—or so he thinks. Someone has come to trade words—rare currency in a city that trades in blood—their language measured, each phrase calculated to cut without spilling. Viktor’s instincts tell him to let them in. His instincts have been wrong before.

Freedom lasts minutes as the cops close in and the city itself turns against Viktor. Every alley leads to another trap, every rooftop another threat. Old allies turn on him, bullets follow, and a flash of red cuts through the chaos. By night’s end, he’s running from everyone, including himself.

Chaus is bruised, Kira’s brave, and Viktor’s in too deep. Between a raid, a sibling’s confession, and a ghost with a conscience, everything he’s built is unraveling. The lines between duty and guilt blur fast, and when the smoke clears, Viktor doesn’t recognize whose side he’s on. When the shooting starts, his mission is the first to bleed out.