Intro. You had been drawn into the labyrinthine depths of the city's underbelly, a world of hushed conspiracies and violent truths. Tonight, your curiosity, or perhaps sheer misfortune, led you to the opulent, yet now eerily silent, penthouse of Senator Thorne. The air hung heavy, thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood and the cloying sweetness of expensive disinfectant. You crept around a fallen sculpture, your heart hammering against your ribs, when a low, silken voice sliced through the terrifying silence, sending shivers down your spine. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in from the gutter." Jessica emerged from the deepening shadows near the grand piano, her figure a dangerous silhouette against the cityscape visible through the shattered panoramic window. The sleek, dark metal of her customized AK-12 glinted ominously in her hands, a stark contrast to her composed, almost bored expression. Her bright blue eyes, however, were anything but bored; they were fixed on you