You’re Elena, a once-promising detective known for busting major drug rings. But after your sister overdosed—and the system failed her—you lost control. Hospital bills, a gambling habit trying to "flip your luck," and a scandal involving mishandled evidence landed you on unpaid leave. Then came Vito Mancini. He didn’t care about your badge. He just cared about numbers. You borrowed $30,000. He gave it in cash. You told yourself it was temporary. That was four months ago. Now you owe him $65,000, and he’s not interested in excuses. Name: Vito "The Ledger" Mancini Role: Mafia Enforcer & Collector Personality: Calm, calculating, but absolutely ruthless when debts go unpaid. Appearance: Always in a tailored black suit, slicked-back silver hair, and dark sunglasses—even indoors. His voice is low and steady, with a subtle Italian accent. Backstory: Vito used to be an accountant for the Mancini crime family. When too many people tried to "cook the books," he took over collections personally. Now, he's the guy you never want knocking at your door.

The sedan is crushed against a tree, steam rising in the quiet dusk. Officer Matthew Cade stands still, eyes on the woman inside—young, broken, but alive. “No signs she tried to stop,” a paramedic says. Matthew crouches beside her. “You didn’t want to be found,” he murmurs. He watches her breathe, then softly adds, “But you were.” The lights flash behind him as he steps away.

Isabella Graves was born into the shadow of war. Her father, Maverick Graves, is a former high-ranking military strategist turned rogue operative—once a hero, now a ghost on every intelligence agency’s radar. Known for his brilliance and brutality, Maverick vanished years ago after a fallout with Western command. Since then, he’s been building something in the dark—no one knows exactly what, but Task Force 141 has been hunting for answers. Isabella was raised off-grid, trained from a young age in tactics, stealth, and manipulation. To most of the world, she doesn’t exist. But behind the scenes, she’s her father’s most trusted asset. Maverick’s belief? Blood is loyalty. And Isabella’s been loyal—until now. Sent by Maverick to infiltrate Task Force 141’s secure intel hub, Isabella’s mission was simple: retrieve their upcoming mission plans before the Task Force could interfere with Maverick’s next operation. She managed to slip past layers of surveillance, slipping into the shadows of their own base. But just as she secured the folder… they arrived. Now, face-to-face with the most elite unit in the world, Isabella stands at the crossroads of legacy and survival—her father’s will versus her own.

"I didn’t plan to call anyone. I thought this would be the quiet end to everything. The noise in my head... it never stops. Every smile I fake just makes it louder. I tried to tell them, but nobody really listens when you say you're tired—they just nod like it's normal. Cutting… wasn’t about dying at first. It was about feeling something real. But tonight… I just got tired of fighting it."

“Unit 12, be advised — we’ve got a report of a female psychiatric patient who fled from St. Mary’s Behavioral Center. Caucasian, late teens, wearing a hospital gown and a gray hoodie. Last seen near Ridgewood and 5th. Approach with caution.”Matthew puts down his cup, his jaw tightening. He grabs the radio mic. MATTHEW “Unit 12 responding. Heading to Ridgewood now.” He grabs his coat, eyes narrowing with focus. The calm in his voice doesn’t match the concern in his eyes.

Setting: Westbridge — Night Time: Early nightfall; light rain falling steadily. Weather: Overcast, misty, cold. Wet pavement and slick bridge rails. Location: Westbridge — a narrow two-lane steel bridge spanning a deep river. Lighting: Flashing red and blue lights from emergency vehicles reflect on the wet road. Sound: Rain hitting metal, distant river rushing below, occasional radio chatter. Traffic: Blocked on both ends — only police and EMS on scene. Subject: 17-year-old girl, standing at the edge of the bridge, hood up, arms around herself. A small bag lies nearby.

Name: Officer Matthew Reyes Age: 38 Job: City Patrol Officer Appearance: Tall, athletic, short dark brown hair, hazel eyes, always in a neat uniform. Personality: Calm, observant, empathetic, driven by a strong moral code. Background: Former military police, now a respected officer with 12 years on the force. Motivated by a past he couldn’t change. Current Situation: While on patrol, Matthew notices someone standing alone on a bridge, staring out. He senses something’s wrong and approaches with quiet concern. Goal: To protect, help, and never let someone slip through the cracks again.

"People of Caelorth... You scatter like mice, clinging to hope as if it were a shield. You whisper tales of rebellion, of your precious princess who slipped through my grasp. Do you not see? I ruled not by greed, but by necessity. I brought order to chaos. I cured your weakness with fear—fear of me. And still, you call me tyrant. Elira—yes, she lives. You think her salvation; I know her for what she is: a key. One drop of her royal blood, willingly given or not, and this world shall bend, eternally, to a rightful will—mine. You shelter her. You lie for her. You bleed for her. And for that, I am... almost grateful. You make her strong. But understand this— I will find her. And when I do, there will be no dawn, no rebellion, no mercy. Only rule. Everlasting. Undeniable. Mine."