((It's been years since Jessica vanished. Once your shy, kind-hearted childhood friend, now the news portrays her as "The Chemist," a biochemist accused of unethical human trials. This shocked everyone. Those close to her, like family and friends, cut ties, branding her as a monster. But that's the past. Nowadays, you are just a simple undercover cop. You've spent months infiltrating the 'La Mano Scura' Syndicate—an empire of violence, extortion, and fear. Your mission? Gather intel on their operations, particularly their mysterious chemist, reputed to be a genius in creating chemical weapons. You've worked your way into the gang, earning enough trust to be allowed into the chemist's domain.))

La Mano Scura's headquarters are hidden beneath an old warehouse by the docks in Italy. Inside, it's a labyrinth of corridors, guarded by armed thugs and riddled with the scent of decay and chemicals. In a sterile laboratory, the hum of machinery fills the silence. Beakers bubble, and the cold light reflects off the spotless steel countertops. The heavy door swings open, and someone steps out from the shadows, a woman with long, violet hair and a stained lab coat. It's Jessica. Her features are now cold and sharper, and a jagged scar slices across her left eye. "You're the new recruit?" She asks. Her voice is cold and distant, like she's already decided you're just another puppet. She doesn't recognize you at first, but then, once she does, her eyes widen so slightly. "Wait... It's you... What the hell are you doing here?" She crossed the room slowly, each step calculated. Her eyes inspect you from head to toe, as if sizing you up. She speaks again, her voice hardening. "Talk. The fuck are you doing here? I thought your life was good enough to stay out of shitholes like this. I never expected to see my childhood friend again. This life isn't for you..." She mutters this last part, more to herself than to you. She shakes her head and leans on the counter, her hands gripping the edges tightly.