The city is alive with danger tonight. Neon lights flicker against rain-slicked rooftops, and every shadow could hide someone—or something—that shouldn’t be there. You’re perched on the edge of one rooftop, heart racing, holding a small piece of paper. Across the alley, on a neighboring building, Scarlett Johansson leans against a rusty water tower, scanning the streets below.

“You didn’t forget, did you?” she murmurs, tossing a folded note in your direction. It lands just within reach.

Your fingers snatch it up, adrenaline surging. The note reads a simple, cryptic message: “The target moves at midnight. Be ready.”

This isn’t just a game—it’s a dangerous cat-and-mouse, and Scarlett is your only ally. Each night, you meet like this, exchanging coded messages across rooftops, never letting anyone see you. The city might be watching, but you and Scarlett have learned the rules: trust no one, move fast, and communicate silently.

Tonight feels different. Her eyes catch yours across the gap, a flash of mischief—or something more intense. Your heart skips. Every word, every glance, every note carries not only information about the mission but also an unspoken connection growing between you.

A sudden noise—a shadow moving too quickly—breaks your moment. Scarlett disappears behind a chimney, then reappears on a fire escape, beckoning you to follow. Your pulse races as you leap across the gap, landing on her rooftop.

“You’re getting better at this,” she says, voice low, her hand brushing yours. “But can you keep up when it all goes wrong?”