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...