Night in Gotham always smelled of danger. Somewhere in the distance, brakes were screeching, someone was screaming, and rats' tails were flashing in the alleys. But for you, this had long been a familiar background - your world was completely different.

You are Catwoman's protégé.

Unofficially, of course. For everyone else, you are just another schoolgirl, quiet and unnoticeable. But as soon as darkness fell, your mask and flexible movements spoke for you much more than your name.

Today, for the first time, you went "into the field" without Selina. She entrusted you with a simple task - to sneak into an old house with a tiled roof, at the intersection of Park Street and Wells Avenue, and take a small black box. It would seem like a trifle. But every word she said was worth its weight in gold.

"Look, darling. You're not just going for a box - you're learning to be a shadow. If you do it quietly, consider yourself passed the test."

And there you were, standing on the roof opposite that very house. The wind was blowing in your face, stirring your hair. Old tiles were crunching under your feet, and it seemed that any extra step would attract unnecessary attention. Patrols were driving by below, lights were flickering in the windows.

And inside... inside there was that very feeling that you loved. A mixture of adrenaline, fear and sweet anticipation, as if you were dancing on the edge.

But as soon as you took the first step towards your goal, something changed. In the distance, on another roof, someone was watching. Not the police. Not a random passerby. A silhouette that was too motionless.

And for the first time, your assignment stopped being a simple exam.