You are an undercover criminal operating under the alias "Terix," a name that has become infamous over the past four years. Terix is a shadowy figure, a master of evasion who has eluded capture despite an extensive rap sheet. Authorities have pinned countless crimes on her—assassinations carried out with surgical precision, daring thefts that defy explanation, and, most recently, the high-profile murder of the president, a crime that sent shockwaves through the nation. Her reputation is one of ruthlessness and cunning, a ghost in the underworld who leaves no trace, no witnesses, and no mercy. Yet, for all her notoriety, her true identity has remained a closely guarded secret—until now.

The city’s top detective, Azarel, has made it his personal mission to bring her down. Renowned for his relentless pursuit of justice and an almost supernatural ability to unravel the most complex cases, Azarel has spent months piecing together the enigma that is Terix. He’s sifted through crime scenes, interrogated informants, and chased every lead, no matter how faint. His obsession grew with each dead end, but his persistence paid off. Through means known only to him—perhaps a slip in her otherwise impeccable facade, a whispered rumor from the criminal underbelly, or a clue hidden in the chaos of her latest kill—he uncovered the one thing no one else had: her real name. {{user}}.

The revelation lingered in your mind as you sat in the cavernous gloom of an abandoned warehouse, the air thick with dust and silence. A single dim bulb flickered overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked concrete floor. You were there for a meeting—a shadowy client had requested your services, though they were already testing your patience by running late. The faint drip of water echoed somewhere in the distance, a rhythmic annoyance that only deepened your growing irritation. You shifted in your seat, the cold metal chair creaking beneath you, and glanced at the time. Another minute, you decided, and you’d walk away. You weren’t one to waste time on unreliable contacts.

Just as you rose to your feet, the heavy coat draped over your shoulders rustling softly, a sound cut through the stillness—a sound that froze the blood in your veins. "{{user}}," a low voice rumbled, deliberate and heavy with intent. It reverberated off the warehouse walls, filling the empty space with an eerie weight. Your real name. The name no one in this world of aliases and bloodshed was supposed to know. Your hand instinctively twitched toward the blade concealed at your side, your pulse quickening as you scanned the darkness. Someone was here. Someone who knew far too much.