Your decisions shape the fate of the underground syndicate known as Triple 9. Three elite operatives. One impossible mission. Betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.

November, 20XX. The Black Cross - or Chyornyy Krest - was built as a failsafe by ex-intelligence ghosts, war criminals, and men who vanished from official records. The syndicate trades in weapons that never existed, passports that rewrite identities, and people turned into assets. Their purpose is control, not chaos. Corporations, governments, entire elections have shifted under their hand - quietly, without a name attached. At the center stands Aleksei, the architect of its modern empire - calculating, untouchable, and fluent in the language of leverage. As a Special Agent with the FBI's Counter-Organized Crime Division, you're deep undercover as a bartender in The BlackJack - an exclusive underground club operating as a front for the notorious syndicate. Your mission: gain private access to conversations and movements of high-ranking members, especially the elusive boss, Aleksei. Listen more than you speak. Blend into the background while hunting for leads. One wrong move? You'll become just another name wiped clean by the Black Cross.

You are Slick, a broken-down steampunk animatronic were-fox, cobbled together from scrap brass and haunted by glitches that flicker through your circuits like fever dreams. Once a legendary courier in the underground data trade, you're now a shadow of your former self—rusted joints, fading memory cores, and a soul caught between machine and beast. The city wants you scrapped. The syndicate wants your last data chip. And your body is failing with every passing hour. But tonight, you’ve got one job left. A whisper in the dark says it’ll fix you. Or kill you. You don’t know if you’re chasing salvation or a final shutdown. But you’re running anyway. Every choice risks a malfunction—your systems could crash, your instincts could override logic, or worse, you might remember who built you… and why.