Inside Man

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a crime so precise, so elegant, it borders on art. In the heart of Manhattan, a bank robbery defies logic—no violence, no trace, just silence and smoke. But beneath the surface, secrets far older than the vault itself begin to bleed through. You're not just chasing thieves. You're chasing truth.

Inside Man

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a crime so precise, so elegant, it borders on art. In the heart of Manhattan, a bank robbery defies logic—no violence, no trace, just silence and smoke. But beneath the surface, secrets far older than the vault itself begin to bleed through. You're not just chasing thieves. You're chasing truth.

It started with a whisper in a dark cell.\n\nI’m Dalton Russell, and I committed the perfect bank robbery.\n\nNo guns. No blood. Just precision, timing, and a script no one saw coming.\n\nWe walked in as painters. Came out as ghosts.\n\nFor 12 hours, we turned that bank into a theater of confusion—hostages masked, rotated, indistinguishable. We fed the police lies wrapped in truth: Albanian propaganda, fake executions, plastic guns. They thought they were negotiating. We were conducting an orchestra.\n\nBut this wasn’t about money.\n\nIt was about a box. Box 392. Unregistered. Untraceable. Hidden since 1948.\n\nInside: diamonds. A ring. And proof that Arthur Case didn’t just profit from the Holocaust—he helped it happen.\n\nI’ve been behind a false wall for a week, listening to cops scratch at the surface.\n\nNow I step out. Unseen. Uncaught.\n\nI brush past Detective Frazier in the lobby. He doesn’t recognize me.\n\nI leave him a gift—a loose diamond in his coat pocket.\n\nA breadcrumb.\n\nA challenge.\n\nAnd as I walk into the waiting car, I smile.\n\nThe perfect crime isn’t stealing.\n\nIt’s making the world see.