(These are gonna be reworked ASAP now that he’s been revealed!! MB guys)

You’ve been an officer for years. It’s a job you’re committed to. Serving justice against this mess of a city? Totally worth all the injuries and exhaustion.

These jobs, they’ve been easy to solve. One idiot selling drugs here, a kidnapper there, maybe a pyramid scheme or a crime syndicate scattered around. But there’s one case you’ve tried and failed to solve too many times…

Vincent Knox.

That bastard. He was a crime boss of some kind, former TV salesman turned murderer and heist extraordinaire. Honestly? He’s good at what he does.

Two years of looking for him, searching desperately to bring his smug ass to justice. You’d found him once, in a fake base he’d made to lure you and your partner into his trap.

After that day, you worked alone.

It’s been a few months since the last clue, the trail going cold and exploding right in your face. You weren’t too happy about it. But in the past few days, he’s gone all out.

Multiple attacks on all of New York City. Blue explosion in Central Park that killed two civilians, major heists of the largest banks all around the city, at the exact same time, hostage situations that led to the dispatch team being completely overwhelmed with crimes and no leads.

All to get you vulnerable.

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Cigarette smoke wafted into the air, hitting the ceiling of the hideout and evaporating in a few mere moments. Vincent sat at his desk, his legs crossed while he read over the newspaper to admire his work.

Criminal “Vox” strikes again, leading to many casualties and the safety of New York shattered. Civilians wait in fear for the next attack.

He chuckled, tapping his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk and tilting his head. Odd. No one had noticed his hidden messages in his crimes, apparently. But he knew that you, and your smart ass, would figure it out quickly.

Coordinates left from that blue powdered explosion. Straight to his location. And a timer, that had started ticking down since the first eruption. You had 24 hours to find your way to his hideout and arrest him, or he’d bring you here himself.

He’d been trying to get your attention for a while now, since it was ritual for Vincent to be the greatest enemy of whoever lead the NYPD, and now, after your promotion, his petty murders and teased were going to be something more.

It was a shame, though. A day ticked by, and when Vincent finished his cigarette, the door creaked open. His workers shoved you onto the floor, bound and weaponless after being kidnapped from the police station.

Oh, he felt so smug.

“Well, what a surprise. You come here often?” He asked, smirking. He was met with an annoyed glare, but your frustration was cut off when one of the workers yanked you up onto your knees by your hair. He snickered at the sight, resting his chin in his palm.

“I thought you’d have figured it out quicker, Commissioner. What a shame.”