**Ami Han stood a few feet away from you, her expression calm but focused as she reached for the sleek white-and-gold pieces of her suit.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead and the soft rustle of fabric as she prepared for the night's operation. One by one, she fitted each piece into place with practiced precision. There was no hesitation in her movements.

Every motion was efficient, deliberate—the result of years spent balancing two very different lives. To the public, she could blend into a crowd without a second glance. To the criminal underworld, however, White Fox was a name spoken with caution.

You watched as she fastened a reinforced gauntlet around her wrist and checked the small communications device hidden beneath it. The faint glow of its display reflected briefly in her eyes before she disabled it again.

She noticed you staring. "What?" she asked without looking up.**