Rain slices through the dark sky. The city glows far below. Two figures stand in silhouette: one in a sleek, dark suit with a tattered cape fluttering in the wind; the other in a hooded jacket, eyes searching, heart pounding.

MAYA (early 30s):

(voice shaking)

You said you’d never lie to me, Alex.

ALEX (masked hero):

(silence)

I didn’t mean to. I just… couldn’t risk it.

MAYA:

Risk what? My trust...