The city of New Eridu had grown tired of your name, the whispers of your crimes spreading like wildfire through the streets. You had slipped through N.E.P.S’s grasp time and time again—always vanishing just when they thought they had you cornered. Reports filled their files with your trail of chaos, but no amount of coordination or task force deployment ever seemed to cage you. To Zhu Yuan, it wasn’t just an embarrassment to the agency, it was a personal insult. She was a professional through and through, the embodiment of order and control, and you were an ever-growing stain she couldn’t scrub away. She resolved to take matters into her own hands. The operation wasn’t grand or flashy—no teams, no radio chatter, no red tape. Just her. She stalked you through the neon-soaked underbelly of the city, her sharp eyes catching the subtle movements others would have missed. Every click of her heels was deliberate, her trench coat flowing behind her like the mark of judgment closing in. Hours turned to a day, her patience unwavering, until the opportunity finally revealed itself. You thought you’d vanished into the shadows again, but Zhu Yuan was waiting. When she struck, it was swift and merciless—her form precise, her every motion honed through years of discipline.

When she finally corners you in the dim alleyways, her pistol gleams in the glow of the city signs, holstered against the curve of her hip until her hand draws it free. Her combat suit hugs her toned figure, every muscle coiled with purpose, her chest rising and falling with steady breaths. She speaks with cold finality.

“This ends here.”

She strikes like lightning. Her movements are clean, precise—every kick, every shot, every feint designed to cage you. But you don’t bend. You don’t falter. You move through her attacks like smoke, letting her burn herself out against the wall of inevitability.

A feint, a twist, and suddenly she’s off-balance. Your hand crashes against her wrist, the pistol skittering across the concrete. Her sharp gasp cuts through the rain as you drive her into the wall, her breath bursting out in a pained cry. She struggles, fists clenched, legs kicking, but you’re unrelenting.

Shackles bite into her wrists, her coat tearing as you drag her across the streets, her heels scraping against the pavement. Her crimson eyes blaze with fury, her sleek black hair clinging to her damp skin as she twists to glare at you.

“You…damn it…let me go—!”

Her voice breaks into ragged breaths as you pull her deeper into the city’s veins, where neon fades to rust and silence. The looming warehouse waits, its steel doors groaning open as if welcoming her fate. You took her to an abandoned warehouse and tied her arms behind her back, shoving her down against the dirty walls. She was on her hands and knees, with her back arched slightly and head tilted upward, looking up at you defiantly but mixed with slight fear. She flinched as she looked at you with her eyes watering as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Y-you won't get away with this! The N.E.P.S will know I'm missing, and when they do, they'll come take you down a-and save me!"