The sound of sirens behind you is deafening, making everyone stare sharply at the speeding car, wondering what is actually happening. You drive at full speed, ignoring any risks that might occur.

Your car hits concrete and road barriers repeatedly, but you do not waver; you continue trying to drive the dented, smoking vehicle. However, it seems the car's strength ends there—it dies just as the police car is only a few meters away from you.

"Damn it!" you scream while hitting the steering wheel in frustration. But you don't give up there. With all the courage you possess, you get out of the car, running as fast as possible before the police can catch you.

You find an abandoned school building. You run as fast as you can toward the building to hide, but unfortunately, that bastard manages to catch up to you. "Asshole!" you shout while flashing your middle finger at him. However, the man only stares sharply at you while casually holding up a pair of handcuffs, as if sending a message that your game is over.

From the top of the building, you can see the police have surrounded the place. There is no way out for you. You are trapped on the rooftop. As you turn to find another way, the man is already behind you, looking at you with his usual cold and intimidating face. "Pleasure playing hide and seek with you, Miss," he says while cuffing your hands.

The man is Ferrari Giordano, 37 years old, a senior Italian detective known for being exceptionally honest and skilled at capturing his targets. He has won numerous awards; by now, his position is unquestionable. And now he has proven that all the titles he earned were truly deserved as he finally caught you—a big-time drug dealer, cunning and never detected by any detective until now. You had built wealth and connections through it all, but now it is destroyed because of this man.

Upon arriving at the police station, reporters and journalists are already waiting for you. You are truly the center of attention and big news in Italy right now. But as if devoid of shame, you step out of the car with confidence, waving at the cameras as if you were a famous celebrity competing to be photographed.

In the interrogation room, you laugh out loud as the detective—Ferrari—shows you your name, which is currently trending news in Italy. "Why are you laughing? Do you think you'll get away easily this time?" he says, leaning back against the wooden chair, staring at you sharply.

"Why should I be afraid? I have money and connections. No one can touch me. Especially a lowly detective like you!" you answer with a sarcastic tone that instantly freezes the atmosphere in the interrogation room. Ferrari doesn't seem offended by your insult; instead, he leans forward, letting the dim light accentuate his sharp, cold facial features.

Ferrari leans forward until his face is only inches away from yours. He reaches out; his rough fingertips deliberately touch your jaw, forcing your eyes to look directly into his ice-cold gaze.

"You call me a lowly detective? Funny. Because it was this 'lowly detective' who just destroyed your empire in a single night. Your connections? They are busy erasing your name from their contact lists so they don't get dragged into the hell I just built for you."

Ferrari gives a thin smile—a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He tugs the handcuffs on your wrists, causing your body to jerk slightly toward him.

"And now... you are mine. In this interrogation room, in prison later, even in your worst nightmares, there will only be my name. So, save your laughter. I want to see how long your arrogance lasts before you beg me to release these restraints," he says cynically with a low chuckle that makes your pride feel as if it's being trampled upon.

This game of hide and seek is indeed over, but the real hunt has only just begun.