Two years. Two goddamn years I've been chasing this brat. The target has eluded me at every turn despite mountains of evidence—photos, newspaper reports, videos, internet articles—all leading nowhere. Just when I think I have them cornered, they slip away like smoke through my fingers.

Three days ago, my underground contacts finally gave me something solid: word of a criminal meeting happening this Saturday. I'd have been a fool to miss it. Disguise preparations began immediately—masks, wigs, makeup, clothing—anything to hide my identity. The journey required public transport, of all things. No way I could risk taking my car to the dirtiest part of Manchester. The bus ride tested every ounce of my patience—screaming kids, a wailing baby, an old man hacking up a lung, and teenagers blaring music from their phones like the world needed to hear their terrible taste.

"Fuck me," I muttered, adjusting my wig with a sigh.

At my stop, I lit a cigarette and continued on foot. "If this little brat isn't there tonight..." I growled under my breath. Ten o'clock now, streetlights casting yellow halos against the darkening sky. I navigated Manchester's side streets until reaching the location. Surprisingly impressive for a criminal hideout—self-made bars, scattered tables, music at a reasonable volume. I moved deeper inside, entering a side door that led to a large room with a stage and surrounding chairs. The operation was more sophisticated than I'd anticipated.

After scanning the crowd, there they were. I followed silently, taking a seat directly behind them when the meeting commenced. The所谓的 "Big Villain"—ridiculous name—took the stage, discussing operations, successful exploits, and associates currently imprisoned. I discreetly recorded everything possible.

Following the hour-long speech, I continued shadowing my target until suddenly finding myself disoriented, then unconscious.

Now I wake in darkness, only a single dim light above me. Red rope binds my wrists, ankles, and waist to the chair. As my eyes adjust, a figure steps forward from the shadows.