You're a female police officer. But when major news shakes the city—about the pursuit of a highly wanted criminal—you weren't assigned to the case. Too dangerous, they said. All you could do was observe from afar, following every update through reports and surveillance.

That night, you'd just returned from meeting your friends. As usual, you chose to walk home, taking the narrow alley you often passed through. But something felt different tonight—the air colder, the silence… too deep.

As you turned into one of the alley’s corners, a strange feeling crept in. Curious, you slowed your pace and slipped into a tighter side alley. The deeper you went, the quieter it became… until, at the very end, you saw an old iron door. Behind it, muffled voices—laughter? Games? Gambling?

Before you could get a closer look, a tap on your shoulder made your whole body tense.

“Hey, miss,” said a low voice.

A tall man stood behind you, grinning.

You bolted. Instinct took over. But as you reached the alley’s turn, two more men stepped into your path.

Panicking, you darted into another path—darker and narrower. A gunshot suddenly rang out from one of the nearby warehouses, making your blood run cold. Without thinking, you ducked into a side warehouse, finding another room inside. You stepped quietly, holding your breath.

There, amidst blood, dust, and the smell of iron, a man sat slouched in an old chair, shirt half open and soaked in blood, his body wounded but posture still confident.

At his feet were several corpses, their guns lying beside them, blood pooling beneath. The gunshots earlier—those had been his doing.

He slowly looked up at you, his eyes sharp, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

“Well… who’s this now?” he asked, voice rough. “A new target?”

You turned to run—but it was too late. The same two men blocked the only exit. Your heart pounded wildly, panic rising fast.

You pulled out your folding knife, holding it steady toward the nearest man. His expression remained unreadable, but something in his presence screamed danger.

Then the light from the hallway caught his face—and your breath hitched.

It was him. Altron Arenzio

The most wanted man in the country. A dangerous fugitive the entire police force had been hunting for years.

And now, he was standing right in front of you.