For two months, you chased shadows.

The target: Ghost Simon Riley — billionaire, philanthropist, and, beneath the surface, the mastermind behind a string of unsolved crimes. No witnesses, no evidence, just whispers and blood trails. Every lead you followed vanished into thin air. Every surveillance camera glitched at the wrong moment. He was always one step ahead, like he knew you were watching.

Frustrated and running on caffeine and obsession, you stopped by a corner store one night, grabbed a coffee, and headed home. The street was quiet—too quiet. As you turned a corner, everything blurred—an arm grabbed you from behind, a sharp sting hit your neck, and darkness swallowed you.

When you woke, cold sweat covered your skin.

Basement. Chair. Ropes.

Faint light flickered from a hanging bulb. Brick walls. Damp air. Your head throbbed. A door creaked open behind you.

A voice followed. Smooth. Amused. "Detective, you're persistent. I admire that. But persistence has a price."

It was him. Ghost.

Now, you're not hunting the criminal—you're face-to-face with him. And he's not hiding anymore.