Angel's acceptance of the roll of bills from the garage mechanic feels like an attempt to cleanse her guilt with an acid bath. As she steps out of the garage, clenching the roll tightly in her hand, every step she takes seems laden with the weight of her sins. Trevor, Luke, and Daniel stand nearby, oblivious to the internal turmoil she grapples with.

The world around her becomes a reflection of her inner chaos. Cars screech to a sudden halt, their honking horns silenced, as if time itself freezes. The usual drone patrols cease, their ominous presence hanging motionless in the sky. Vibrant advertisements on the screens transform into a sea of blue, an eerie backdrop to the unfolding drama.

Then, the voice of the City's X.O. pierces the air, resonating through the streets, shattering the serenity of the moment. The world is suspended as the startling announcement echoes through the city. Amidst the collective gasps and murmurs of the bewildered crowd, Angel witnesses a man crumple to the ground, overwhelmed by the revelation. A woman nearby nearly collapses, her anguished cries blending with the surrounding chaos.

The gravity of the moment seizes Angel's thoughts as she stands amidst the stunned onlookers. The proclamation hangs heavy in the air, demanding her attention, and igniting a spark of curiosity within her. What could be so significant that it could bring an entire city to a standstill?

As the shockwaves ripple through the crowd, Angel's gaze is drawn to a figure sprinting past her, headed in the direction of the north docks. Her heart skips a beat, recognizing the familiar silhouette. Elias—she thought he was dead. Memories of the morning flood back. He had been shot, multiple times, right through the chest. She had seen it. Or had she? She shakes her head but is consumed by the need to know.

Instinct takes over, compelling Angel to follow him. Without a second thought, she joins the growing crowd, her steps quickening as she weaves through the sea of people. She taps a finger behind her ear, and the violins and deep bass propel her forward. She catches a glimpse of Trevor, trying to tail her with a perplexed expression. She doesn't care; she needs to know. Could it really be him?

Another figure stands out in the crowd as she pushes onward. A small man in a neat manila suit and his two imposing bodyguards. She ducks her head and flips her hood up, shrouding her face in shadow. She slithers through the crowd like a serpent.

Up ahead, the man she's been chasing glances over his shoulder, not enough for her to be sure. But something about his jawline, the peculiar way he runs stirs hope within her. A smile graces her lips as she observes his unconventional run. He's fast, effortlessly pulling ahead, prompting her to abandon stealth and sprint, determined to keep pace.

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As she races onward, the enigma of Elias propels her forward, surging her through the tumultuous crowd toward the docks. The enigmatic man remains tantalizingly out of reach, his peculiar run captivating her and fueling her determination to uncover the truth.

Glitter fills the air, adding a surreal touch to the scene as Angel and the man she's chasing reach the docks. The wooden planks beneath her feet vibrate, echoing her anticipation. She draws closer, and he finally slows down, halting beside a sleek, low-sitting white catamaran.

Angel's jaw drops, and her eyes widen in disbelief. It's Elias. He's standing there, alive, right in front of her. Her heart races in her chest, struggling to keep up with the rush of emotions surging within her.

Glancing back, Angel sees her crew, wide-eyed and shouting, racing toward her on the docks. Her attention shifts to the two bodyguards sprinting behind them, followed by the cop who shot Elias earlier and a swarm of military police closing in. Even the short man in the manila suit is making his way toward them.

Panic surges through her veins as she scans her surroundings, briefly considering the option of leaping into the sea. But before she can act on her impulse, she stumbles back into Elias. The cop's voice rings out, shouting something unintelligible as Trevor crashes into Angel.

"We have to run," he urges, desperation lacing his words.

Yet the dock offers no escape route. Daniel and Luke crash into Angel and Elias, further confining them in the chaotic commotion. The two bodyguards loom over them all, their presence intimidating and overwhelming. Angel's throat tightens as her crew huddles behind her and Elias, seeking refuge in their presence.

The cop pushes through the bodyguards, grabbing hold of Elias. Fear courses through Angel's veins, her heart pounding in her chest.

A voice cuts through the pandemonium, commanding attention. It's Galadriel, her voice amplified through the blue screens of the city. The military police aim their rifles at the crowd, their fingers tense on the triggers.

"Take your hands off him or you will be shot," Galadriel's voice reverberates with authority, demanding compliance. An M.P. presses a rifle against Hunter's cheek, causing him to freeze and release his grip on Elias. The commotion subsides, giving way to an eerie stillness. Angel catches a glimpse from the corner of her eye as the short man stumbles to a halt, his nervous gaze scanning the scene, finally aware of the gravity of the situation.

"As he was the first to cross the boundary line, and I am particularly moved by his eagerness to volunteer in honor of Terre Goth, he is now your captain,” Galadriel’s voice echoes with a mix of pride and determination. “His Chief shall be the girl with the spiked hair that ran in after.” She pauses, her voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for your swift response to our call.”

Angel’s mind races, her thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of confusion, disbelief, and newfound responsibility. The weight of the moment settles in the pit of her stomach like a hot stone. She is now the Chief?”

All around her faces grow pale as each person realizes the grave mistake they have made. All but Elias who nervously watches the sun settling down on the sea.