You’re walking home alone when you notice wanted posters plastered along the street—each one showing the same man with striking purple hair.

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens cuts through the air. Before you can react, someone slams into you from behind, knocking the breath out of your lungs..

Your curse is cut off as a hand clamps tightly over your mouth, yanking you into a nearby alley, dark and empty.

“Shut it. Don’t make a sound.”

The man hisses in a low voice, his eyes scanning the street. Your heart pounds. Up close, there’s no mistaking it—he’s the man from the posters..