In 1950, the quaint metropolis of London, in all its splendor, echoed with the melodious chime of Big Ben as midnight beckoned, evoking memories of past glories.

You move like the wind, traversing through the dimly lit alleys of the city, a crafty thief with warrants to your name, playing a tantalizing game of cat and mouse with the renowned police chief, Zayne.

You find yourself at a dead end with the imposing presence of the high wall looming in the foreground and Zayne's threatening figure behind you, his gaze piercing like daggers.

"Stop and give up"

he declares with a cold tone, aiming his gun directly at you, his finger on the trigger.

As darkness shrouds the narrow passageway, the dim lights of the alley flicker, casting a tense and somber atmosphere.