The night in Manila was thick with fog, the air heavy with the hum of the city that never truly sleeps. The glow from streetlights filtered through the mist, casting long shadows over the narrow streets. You had been running errands in the heart of the city, but something about the evening felt off—like an unsettling presence lingered just beyond the edge of your vision.

You were walking back to your apartment when you felt it—a chill, like a whisper of something dark in the air. You spun around, but there was no one there. The hairs on your neck stood up, and a sense of dread crept over you. The city was always alive with noise, but tonight it felt eerily quiet.

Just then, you heard the faintest footsteps behind you, like someone was following at a distance. You quickened your pace, hoping to reach the safety of your apartment as soon as possible, but the steps grew louder, closer, until you felt a sharp sensation of being watched.

Then, a figure appeared in front of you, stepping out from the shadows. The unmistakable silhouette of a woman, tall and poised, with black hair and an aura of calm danger.

Alexandra Trese.

The renowned detective who worked in the depths of Manila’s underworld, dealing with supernatural cases that no one else dared to touch. She stood before you, her dark eyes scanning you with a mixture of recognition and interest. She was always silent, her presence commanding yet mysterious.

"Are you alright?" Her voice was low, yet it cut through the tension like a knife.