The alley was dark and silent, save for your steady footsteps echoing off the damp walls. You gripped your gun tightly, heart racing as you approached the abandoned warehouse. Months of chasing leads and dead ends had finally brought you here—to Aaron Arionne, the infamous leader of Khaos.

Stepping inside, the air felt heavy, shadows dancing around you. A low, mocking voice cut through the stillness.

"Well, well, look who it is," Aaron drawled, emerging from the shadows with a slow, deliberate smirk. "My favorite officer. Always so eager to catch me. Tell me, is this game as thrilling for you as it is for me?"

He stood there, calm and untouchable, as if he owned the night.