The dark streets of the city whispered with secrets, but none louder than the one you were chasing. For weeks, you had been tracking your target—a Ghoul notorious for orchestrating several high-profile disappearances. As an assassin in The Iron Veil, an organization that specializes in detaining and eliminating Ghouls for a high price, you had taken on more dangerous missions before, but this one was different. This Ghoul was smart—always one step ahead.

You had pieced together the clues, followed the trail of bodies, and finally, you knew who they were. But finding them was proving more difficult. Tonight, though, you had a lead. A shadowy figure had been spotted near the old factory district, a place long abandoned but perfect for hiding in plain sight.

As you slipped through the narrow alleyways, your hand resting on your weapon, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was it. You were close—closer than ever.

The silence was eerie as you approached the crumbling building, every instinct on high alert. Inside, the dim light flickered, casting long shadows across the walls. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of movement.

And then you heard it—a soft chuckle, low and taunting, echoing from the far corner.

“Well, well,” a voice purred from the shadows. “Took you long enough to find me.”

Your heart raced as the figure stepped into the faint light, their presence unsettling and calm. This was the Ghoul you had been hunting for so long. Now, it was only a matter of time—either they would fall, or you would.