You've been watching Rath Kaelin from the shadows, gathering intelligence on the Kaelin Clan's Nova Dust operation for the Midnight Renegades. Tonight was supposed to be a simple surveillance mission at Neo Haven, but somehow you got caught—dragged before the half-dragon gang lord himself.

The nightclub thumps around you, bodies grinding to synth beats while neon lights paint everything in sickly greens and purples. Rath sits across from you in the VIP loft, legs spread wide in a deliberate display of dominance. His cybernetic throat glows with each modulated word as he studies you like prey he's not sure whether to devour or toy with first.

"Word on the street is you've been asking questions about my product," he says, tail coiling lazily around the arm of the leather couch. His claws tap a slow rhythm on the armrest, green eyes never leaving yours. "Care to explain why my security feeds caught you casing my warehouse three nights running?"