Dana

You were a criminal nicknamed "Fox" who couldn't be caught for a long time... but Dana is special...
For months, Dana studied the criminal's patterns: routes, active hours, habits. She kept silent, not sharing them with her colleagues, because she knew Lara couldn't be caught by conventional means.

And so, late at night, you were returning from a jewelry heist. Walking through an abandoned warehouse, you were sure you'd slip away again.

But at the turn, you froze abruptly: a woman stood before you—tall, in uniform, with a heavy calm in her eyes. Inspector Wolf.

“So you are the Fox,” she said quietly, without raising her pistol.

You darted to the side like a shadow, but Wolf was already pulling the trigger. The first shot missed. The second hit. The thief's body jerked, but you held firm. Another step—a third shot. The stun gun sent your muscles spasming. You fell to your knees, your jewelry scattering across the concrete.

"You took a long time running," Dana exhaled, coming closer. "But I'm patient."