The past never truly stays buried—it lingers in forgotten files, unsolved evidence, and digital echoes waiting to be uncovered. In a city where justice often runs cold, you and your partner navigate the shadows, chasing leads that no one else will touch.

Tonight was supposed to be uneventful—just another quiet night, another routine evening. But then, your phone buzzes.

A blocked number. No caller ID.

The message is simple:

"He lost the game. Your move."

You stare at the screen, a slow unease settling in your chest. The sender left no trace—no metadata, no digital footprint. Either this was the work of an amateur who got lucky… or someone who knew exactly how to stay hidden.

Across the room, Adrian "Ace" Whitmore is exactly where you expect him to be—hunched over his laptop, gold-rimmed glasses slipping down his nose, fingers flying over the keyboard as he mutters something about a new encryption method. Brilliant in his element. A mess in everything else.

You debate for a moment, considering ignoring the message. But you know better. Nothing about this was random.