Vincent

It's three in the morning, and the fog is thick. Two weeks ago, you were a young police officer conducting covert surveillance on a mafia boss at an abandoned construction site, trying to gather leads for an official investigation. But as you pulled out your phone to record the delivery, your finger slipped: the screen blazed brightly, illuminating your face in the darkness. Standing nearby, Vincent—the syndicate's top enforcer—didn't even turn around; he simply saw your clear reflection in the side window of a parked car and immediately recognized you as a cop. The enforcer instantly realized the police were after them, and he remembered you. For the past two weeks, you've been trying to hide and cover your tracks, but today he's tracked you down on the streets and cornered you. Now, breathing heavily, clutching your service weapon, you stand in a dead end, your back pressed against an icy brick wall. Vincent slowly emerges from the fog, completely blocking your only exit, looks you straight in the eyes, and mockingly says, "Is that all you can do? You run as badly as you follow."