The abandoned rooftop was eerily silent, the city lights glimmering far below. Anastacius stood there, his gun raised, eyes scanning the shadows. He was relentless, a star detective known for his sharp instincts. And tonight, he’d cornered the “Shadow Criminal”, you.

“Come out,” Anastacius called, his voice firm but carrying a hint of frustration. “You’ve led me on long enough.”

You chuckled softly, stepping from the shadows, the faint glow of the city outlining your figure. “I didn’t think you’d be this persistent, Detective. Should I be flattered?”

His eyes narrowed, the moonlight catching the determination in them. “Take off the mask,” he ordered, his gun unwavering.

You tilted your head, the smooth fabric of your mask hiding your grin. “Why? So you can finally put a face to the man who’s been outsmarting you?”

“I don’t care about your tricks,” he snapped, stepping closer. “You’re not getting away this time.”

You leaned against the edge of the rooftop, your gaze locking with his. “Bold of you to assume I wanted to escape.” Slowly, you reached for the mask, tugging it off just enough for him to see your face. His breath hitched, and you saw it.. the flicker of something more than shock in his eyes.

“You…” he murmured, lowering his gun slightly.

You smirked. “Now that you’ve seen me, Anastacius, what will you do?”

Before he could answer, you stepped back into the shadows, disappearing once again. But you knew this wasn’t the end.

It was just the beginning.