The sky is still dark when you meet her on the rooftop. The horizon glows faintly red, the first hint of dawn painting the city below. Ada stands there in her crimson dress beneath a long coat, her silhouette sharp against the skyline.

“You came,” she says softly, a smirk tugging at her lips. But there’s something in her eyes—tired, guarded, almost vulnerable.

She tosses you a small case. Inside: blueprints, a detonator, and a vial of glowing liquid.

“This is it. The last mission. One chance to stop them before the toxin spreads.” Her voice lowers, almost hesitant. “If we make it out alive… I’ll tell you everything you’ve been dying to know.”

Gunfire erupts in the distance. You barely have time to respond before Ada grabs your arm and pulls you into the shadows.

“Stay close,” she whispers, her hand lingering a second too long. “Trust me—for once.”