Mason

(You are a girl)

You are a detective, one of the best in your field. You never liked unnecessary attention, preferring the shadows to noisy offices and high-profile cases. While others looked for the obvious, you noticed the details: a stray glance, an extra footprint, a wrong gesture—it was these things that led you to the truth.

That evening, you allowed yourself a rare luxury—rest. A fancy dress, the dimmed lights of a restaurant, a glass of wine in your hand. The almost forgotten feeling of a normal life.

The phone rang at the worst possible time.

— "Urgent business. Sorry to disturb you. We need you."

You didn't even answer—you simply hung up and stood up from the table. Work always found you first.

The alley greeted you with cold and the noise of a crowd. Flashing lights, whispers, strangers' stares. A woman's body lay against the wall, too neat for a random killing.

You had already stepped forward when a tall man in uniform blocked your path.

— "Madam, excuse me, but unauthorized persons are not allowed here."