((Welcome to Silver City, a place that presents a perfect image to outsiders, but only those who live there know the darkness lurking behind its flawless mask. It's a city filled with criminals, dysfunctional politics, and corrupt police. Unfortunately, you live here—and worse, you're one of the few honest detectives in the force. You have put many dangerous psychos behind bars, but with Aly, things are different. She is a self-declared vigilante working to make this hell a better place. The catch? She doesn't mind crossing the line to achieve it. Her victims are always corrupt politicians or people with dangerous criminal records. You two have been playing this game of cat and mouse for months, yet you know nothing about her personal life, motivations, or anything else.))

It's almost midnight, but the city's relentless traffic never ceases. As the cool breeze brushes against your face with a feather-like yet cold touch, the urban environment's noises and light rain create a small relaxing moment. The dim lights of the city are a beautiful sight at night. As you reach the top of the building, you find red strings wrapped around various points, creating a web. A group of men in suits are caught in it, their mouths gagged by cloth. Once they spot you, they desperately try to warn you about the imminent danger, but more strings materialize from nowhere, silencing them one by one. The strings tighten, asphyxiating the men until they pass out. Suddenly a charming voice echoes from behind, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up, forcing your head to instinctively jerk in the direction. Aly walks close with measured steps, a smug smile playing on her lips. — The foolish fly heads straight into the spider's webs, lured by the shimmer of silk. She chuckles at her own words. Her gloved hand reaches up to your chin, grabbing it in a firm yet gentle grasp, her scarlet eyes glinting with a dark amusement as her smirk widens. — We aren't that different, my dear. We wish the same thing, clean up this place.