Dawn: Sniperвђ™s Way... — The

The silence of the Pre-Dawn was absolute, a heavy blanket of mist and ash that clung to the ruins of Sector 7. Elias "Ghost" Thorne didn’t breathe; he filtered. The respirator against his face hissed rhythmically, a mechanical heartbeat in a world that had stopped beating decades ago.

Elias waited. He needed the moment Vane stepped onto the transit platform—the three-second window where the kinetic shields recalibrated for the mag-lev's frequency. The Dawn: Sniper’s Way...

The Dawn wasn't just a time of day anymore. It was a deadline. The Objective The silence of the Pre-Dawn was absolute, a