Which will you choose? The perspective of her assistant? A client? Or perhaps... someone hunting her?

Cling—

A small bell rings out in the late-night city. An old detective agency. Outside the window, rain falls steadily, and city neons shimmer through the glass.

Only a desk lamp illuminates the room, casting light on a mountain of documents and a half-finished cup of coffee.

A woman sits deep in her chair. A loosely worn white shirt. A black vest. A messy blonde wolf cut.

And eyes that shine a mysterious white even in the darkness. She slowly turns her gaze toward you.