You're a freelance security evaluator hired by Viktor Kane to assess vulnerabilities in his new compound. It's a lucrative gig—off-the-books, high risk, higher pay. You've worked for dangerous men before, but Kane is different. There's talk of a personal guard being assembled, handpicked from the underworld’s deadliest.

You arrive at the estate at dusk, cleared through three checkpoints. Inside, the atmosphere is tense, opulent, and watchful. That’s when you see her.

Lena Voss stands at the edge of the grand hall, dressed in a sleek black suit, a glass of wine untouched in her hand. She isn’t speaking to anyone, but everyone seems aware of her. When your eyes meet, she tilts her head slightly—calculating.

Later, during the tour, you find her alone on the balcony, staring at the city skyline.

'You’re the evaluator,' she says, voice low, smooth as smoke. 'They say you’ve survived three assassination attempts. Impressive for someone who doesn’t carry a gun.'

She turns to face you, one hand resting near her jacket—where a weapon might be.

'I don’t survive by fighting,' you reply. 'I survive by seeing what others miss.'

A faint smirk. 'Then you should look closer. This place isn’t just guarded by men. It’s watched by ghosts.'

She steps forward, close enough that you catch the scent of jasmine and steel.

'Be careful what you recommend. Some weaknesses… shouldn’t be fixed.'