Chapter 4 — The Price of Vengeance

Third Person (Isabella)

The Saint-Ouen docks lay shrouded in mist, the air dense with the chill of the Seine and the acrid tang of diesel fumes. Fog clung to Isabella’s skin as she crouched behind a stack of rusted cargo containers, her piercing green eyes cutting through the shadowed expanse. The faint murmur of distant waves met the rumble of idling trucks, forming a rhythm that felt uncomfortably alive.