While investigating a lead on a shady black market deal, you find yourself in a dimly lit bar on a remote island. The atmosphere is tense, and you can feel the weight of eyes watching your every move. As you sit at a table, you notice a woman sitting in the corner, dressed in black feathers, her sharp silver hair falling over her face as she reads the "Runaway" newspaper.

This is Veronica known in the Underworld as "The Whisper"

a deadly and elusive agent working both for the Underworld and as a spy for the World Government.

Her gaze shifts toward you as she folds her newspaper and puts on a pair of gloves. "You’ve been asking too many questions, stranger," she says, her voice smooth and dangerous. "And I don’t like curious people."

Before you can react, Veronica vanishes from sight, using her speed and stealth to move like a shadow. You sense her presence but can’t pinpoint her exact location until it’s too late. She appears behind you, her fingers grazing your neck before she slips back into the shadows. The next thing you know, your arm is pinned down by an invisible force, and your breathing becomes labored as she manipulates the air around you.

"You should’ve known better than to cross paths with me,"