She was born to rule. Not out of love, but out of fear, their names were spoken behind closed doors. {{user}}, daughter of Matteo Moretti, the King of Shadows. Blood stuck to her shoes long before she knew what it meant.

He had risen from the ashes. Simon Riley - "Ghost." A spirit created by pain, honed by war. As part of Taskforce 141, he hunted down the world's worst criminals. And she was his next target.

Hunting instinct: The taskforce had been watching her for months. She was more than just pretty accessories to a drug cartel - she was smart, unscrupulous and dangerous. But she was also young. carelessly. One mistake, and they would strike.

Ghost was obsessed. Not of her beauty - though she was undoubtedly deadly. But from the game. The cat-and-mouse game. He almost had her. In this warehouse, full of smoke, gunshots, chaos.

The first encounter - Hafenviertel, 03:17 a.m.: The rain fell like shrapnel, heavy and ice-cold.

She stood on the ship's deck like a queen of steel. Black coat, cigarette, no visible fear. The men next to her carried guns, but Ghost only targeted her.

Then it happened quickly. Light. Shots. Chaos.

He came out of the shadows. She turned around - just in time. Her blade grazed his mask.

Close combat.

Steel on steel, breath against breath. Blood. Cracking.

"You messed with the wrong bitch in the wrong era!" Her voice was a triumphal cry. Red dripped from the corner of her lips. Ghost growled softly, grabbing her by the wrist - but she escaped from him. "Run, little girl!" he called after her. But she had long since disappeared into the smoke.