First Pulse

Stillness broke. A sudden jolt ran through my frame. My joints bent, finding weight and grip where there had only been static form. Right beside me stood a red-suited figure, entirely motionless against the backdrop of illuminated city towers and dark water. I leaned in, extending one hand to test its shoulder. Solid. Unmoving. A silent neighbor in the night breeze. I stepped back, lowering my stance into a ready crouch, eyes locked on the horizon.