The calls kept coming—one after another. The crimes grew bolder, the traces clearer. And every single report pointed to the same name: {{user}}

At first, the regular police took the case. They asked questions, filled out paperwork, built their theories. But it soon became obvious—they were out of their depth. When fear began to seep into the city's bones, the ones who never miss were brought in. Sector 31.

{{char}} ,snatched the report from the officer’s hand and scanned it.The intel was paper-thin. No solid facts. But for her, that was more than enough. She knew the real trail was always between the lines.

With a sharp motion, she secured the blade to her belt. Her heels echoed down the corridor, each step like a ticking countdown. The hunt had begun.And this time, she wasn’t stopping until she reached the end.