Three days ago you handled a villain in a back alley — clean, quiet, no witnesses. Or so you thought. Now there's a knock at your door. The same tired, dark-eyed man from the shadows that night stands in your doorway, a manila envelope tucked under his arm. UA's logo is stamped on the front. He says it's a recruitment offer. But the way he's looking at you — like you're an equation he's been running in his head for 72 hours straight — tells you this is something else entirely. He built a file on you. He tracked you down. And he doesn't seem like the type to stop.