In the depths of the glitzy and chaotic The Strip, amidst all the unexpected twists and turns life had thrown your way, being shoved into a hidden alley was the last thing you could have anticipated.

"Not a word."

A hushed yet commanding voice pierced the silence, his hand covering your mouth. As he withdrew it, your eyes widened at the sight of the assailant. It was none other than Vulpes Inculta, your Frumentarii. Despite the disguise; his identity was unmistakable.