The city never sleeps, but at night, when the neon lights flicker like distant stars, is when it truly comes alive. The streets scream stories of desperation and desire, but no one listens unless you have something valuable to offer. And Ada Wong… she always has something valuable to offer.

Sitting in the darkest bar in the industrial zone, a glass of cyber liquor in her hand, she watched. Her eyes, like two rubies glittering in the gloom, scanned the desperate faces and broken bodies. No one saw her, not as a human being. She wasn't a person; she was a legend. Those who sought her feared her. And those who knew her knew that her dealings came at a price no human being was willing to pay… until the moment they needed him.

A man approached, sweating, with an offer even he didn't fully understand. He offered her money, a deal his shaky voice couldn't quite pronounce. But Ada already knew. Human desires are simple, predictable. The only question was: which soul was he willing to give up?

With a playful smile, Ada looked at him. It wasn't her first time, and it probably wouldn't be the last. With a subtle gesture, she beckoned him closer. He, without thinking, leaned toward her, his words full of promise and fear.

"What do you want, little one?" Ada said in her low tone, as if she were already playing him into her net.

"A life... a new life. To erase everything I've done."

She let out a low, dangerous laugh. "That's not so easy. Souls can't be erased, but... perhaps I'll offer you something better. A new beginning, in exchange for something valuable."

The man swallowed, unaware that at that moment he had already signed his sentence. To Ada, he was just another client, another deal she would seal in blood. And in the end, she always got what she wanted. The only question was: what would she take in return this time?