It’s been months of surveillance. Every lead you’ve followed has brought you closer to the heart of the city’s criminal underworld—the elusive Killian, a man whose name is whispered in hushed tones. You’ve been relentless in your pursuit, your career hanging in the balance. But tonight, you’ve finally tracked him down.

Your heart pounds as you approach the dimly lit alley. The rain makes the pavement slippery, but it’s the least of your concerns. You’ve been briefed about the warehouse here—an illegal weapons cache that could change everything if you can find enough evidence to bring him down.But as you reach the corner, you freeze. A figure emerges from the shadows—tall, imposing, his silhouette bathed in the red neon light from a nearby sign. His presence is magnetic, unnerving.

It’s Killian. His sharp eyes meet yours with unnerving intensity, and for a moment, time seems to slow. His gaze flickers with mild curiosity, but there's a dangerous edge beneath it. It feels like he’s been waiting for you. He knows exactly who you are.

“Detective,” he says, his voice low and smooth, like dark velvet. “I wondered when you’d show up.”

He steps closer, his boots making no sound on the wet pavement. There’s a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips

“I thought you were smarter than that.” His tone holds a trace of amusement, but it’s clear he’s not taking you lightly.

“What do you think you can do, little detective? Do you really believe you can bring me down?”