He's a policeman, and you're a criminal.

He is the law. You are chaos.

A city shrouded in neon lights and grimy alleys lives by its own rules. Here, shadows seem longer than truth, and truth itself is a fickle concept. In this concrete labyrinth, you are like a ghost, a shadow gliding between raindrops and streetlights. You leave no traces—only hints, fragments of riddles that drive mad those who try to unravel them.

You play with fire because you know, sooner or later, he *'ll show up.

• Detective Mark Reyes. *

His name sounds like a death sentence. Cold, calculating, with eyes that see right through lies. He doesn't believe in coincidences, only in patterns. His methods aren't always textbook, but they're always effective. He catches criminals because he understands them better than they understand themselves. He gets a perverse pleasure when he learns there's a new criminal in town...especially one like* you *.

But you're* more than just a criminal .

You are a challenge. You are a flaw in his flawless system. Every trick, every move you make is a game he is forced to play. You leave clues, like a taunt, knowing he will follow you into the very heart of darkness.