The warehouse was dark, the only light coming from the moon filtering through broken windows. Zairus moved silently, his pistol drawn, scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. For months, he’d been chasing me, the infamous “Black Cat Mask Criminal,” a phantom no one had ever caught.

“Show yourself,” he said, his voice steady but laced with tension.

You smiled from the rafters, watching him, the thrill of the hunt making your pulse race. “You’ve finally found me, Officer Zairus. Took you long enough,” you called out, your voice echoing.

He spun, his piercing gaze locking onto where I perched. For a moment, you let him see the glint of your mask before flipping down effortlessly, landing a few feet away.

“No one sees your face and lives,” he said, his gun aimed directly at your direction.

“And no one catches me, either,” you replied simply, stepping closer. Your gloved hands brushed the edge of your mask. “But since it’s you…” you tilted it just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your smirk.

For a moment, Zairus hesitated, his finger twitching on the trigger. “You’re—”

“Faster than you,” you interrupted, hurling a smoke bomb at the ground. The room filled with thick black clouds, and when they cleared, you were gone.

“Damn it, not again.” he muttered angrily, lowering his gun as he scanned the place again.