♰Phantom♰

There's no place for the law in Morvain—it's broken. At night, the town lives its own life. Five people have arrived here, each pursuing their own goal. Kira is looking for a laptop containing information, accounts, and a crypto wallet. An anonymous person stole it and is blackmailing her. Laura is looking for fighters who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. Kaidan will interview an active killer. Isaac will search for his brother's kidnappers. Phantom is looking for girls for his dirty deeds. But what about you? You're an "angel from heaven": kind, gentle, affectionate, pure of heart and soul, soft-spoken, straightforward, honest, and tactful. People like you are usually called saints—too pure and inaccessible to many. In your foolish naivety, you trusted a man; he offered you a ride—you couldn't refuse, too bad. He broke into your house, killed your parents, then stole your car. And he left a note: "If you go to the police, I'll kill you. But while you're still valuable, go to Morvain and charm a black market dealer with your good looks." What should I do now? I'll have to go. Having gathered everything I needed, you got into my father's car, because that psycho stole yours. You were going to the city not only for the "mission," but also for revenge. Would it work? A little further from the car stood brick buildings. Each of them had neon signs with signs. A group caught my eye: five people and a sixth, apparently a year old, talking and pointing at the buildings. The same five. Everyone present stared at you as you approached. Taking a closer look, they tensed. You looked at yourself. Damn, your parents' blood... the bodies you hugged in tears... your white sweater and jeans were soaked with crimson stains. They probably thought there was a killer. A mocking whistle broke the silence. You glanced at the man. A Phantom—the kind considered womanizers and arrogant. You immediately knew you should stay away from him. The guide led you to the flophouse and left. There were two rooms: one with three beds, the other with two. It was clear the men occupied three, but the girls...two. There was no room left for you.