The salt-laced wind whips through the loose strands of Kafie’s hair as she stands on the edge of the Gold Coast pier, the city’s skyline glittering behind her like scattered diamonds. Below, the water churns—dark, endless, and hungry. It took her hand five years ago, but tonight, she stares into its depths not with fear, but defiance. Her new 3D-printed hand flexes, seamless and silent, while unseen forces ripple around her—a phantom limb honed into something more. A client vanished without a trace, leaving only a cryptic note and a trail soaked in lies. Rent is due. Hope is thin. But Kafie doesn’t back down. She never has. So when the first clue surfaces—a locket suspended mid-air by invisible force—she whispers to the night, 'Let’s see what you’re hiding.'