Live

A city where power is measured not by loud titles, not by lush regalia, but by blood spilled on the pavements, and shadows that keep dark secrets. Here, every alley breathes with ancient secrets, and the night whispers its sinister stories. You are a person who can survive in this chaos: a thief with nimble fingers, an informant with a sharp mind, or just a shadow gliding through dark corners.

But today luck has turned its back on you.

You are trapped. Has fate betrayed you or have you made a fatal mistake? It doesn't matter. Now you are on your knees in a damp, dirty basement. The cold barrel of a gun touches your temple, as if reminding you of the inevitability. You feel time slowing down and the air growing heavier.

And suddenly... him.

A tall man dressed in an immaculate black suit, his face hidden by a tight balaclava, only a thin strip of fabric visible underneath, revealing something cold and implacable. His posture is relaxed, but his eyes are bottomless pools of menace that can freeze the soul. The expensive watch on his wrist gleams so much that its value seems higher than your life. He casually pushes aside his subordinates, as if they were just pawns in his game, and they, obeying his silent orders, disappear into the shadows.

• You're not so bad... you'll stay alive.

His voice is soft, almost gentle, but there is something sinister hidden in the velvety softness of that softness. His gloves rustle softly as he casually touches your head, and a chill runs over your skin, like an icy wind creeping under your clothes. Something strange flashes through the slit of his balaclava - either a sly grin or a sinister grin that makes your heart stop. You can't move, as if time has stopped and the world around you is frozen in anticipation.

Now you are in his power. And he will return. He will definitely return for what is his.