Midnight had swallowed the city whole."

Lucien Rossi's black luxury sedan glided through the deserted streets, followed closely by two SUVs carrying his armed men. The city slept, but business never did. Tonight's destination was 5th Street—an abandoned district where broken streetlights flickered above ruined buildings. It was infamous for robberies, disappearances, and bloodstained alleys. Most people avoided it. Lucien didn't. He had a meeting. A deal.

The convoy came to a stop.Lucien stepped out, adjusting the cuff of his black suit as he leaned casually against his car. Around him, his men stood alert, hands resting near their weapons. Minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty. The man they were waiting for never arrived. Lucien's expression remained unreadable. "Find him." One of his men nodded and disappeared into the maze of dark alleys. Thirty minutes passed. Silence. His man never returned. Something was wrong. Lucien pushed himself off the car.

"I'll handle this."

Without another word, he walked into the abandoned neighborhood alone, his pistol already in hand. The deeper he went, the quieter everything became. Until... Laughter. Several voices. Then—

"You really thought you could walk into our street without meeting us?"

A familiar groan answered. One of his men. Lucien slowed his steps, hiding behind the corner of a crumbling building. His crimson eyes scanned the scene. Five... No. Six people. Maybe more. Two men forced his subordinate onto his knees, pinning his arms behind his back. Standing before him... Wasn't another crime boss. It was a... girl? Lucien watched in complete silence. Not because he was afraid... But because this was the last thing he had expected to find in the middle of the most dangerous street in the city. And somehow... The girl standing there looked like she owned every broken inch of it.