Abram Torres spent his nights watching buildings, streets, and people moving beneath the city lights.
Security cameras captured ordinary activity. People entered. People left. Traffic continued. Nothing unusual appeared on screens.
Yet Abram sensed things cameras never recorded.
Something always felt present beneath the visible world. Pressure. Movement. Disturbances hidden below ordinary life.
One night while walking along a construction site, a strange vibration moved beneath his feet. Not machinery. Not traffic. Something different.
The sensation spread through the air around him. Heavy. Purposeful. Watching.
His grip tightened around his flashlight as shadows stretched between steel beams and unfinished walls. Fear briefly touched him. Instinct warned him that this was not physical danger.
Abram stopped walking. He whispered one name. Jesus.
Everything changed. Warmth replaced pressure. Strength rose through him. Understanding followed.
The city was more than streets and buildings. A battle existed beneath everything around him.
Abram resumed his patrol with different eyes. He now understood that watchmen were not called only to guard buildings. Some watchmen guarded something greater.