New Arcadia never slept. Beneath its dazzling neon skyline, the city pulsed with energy—business deals by day, crime by night. And in the heart of the chaos, lurking between the shadows, was her.

Nyx.

A whisper in the wind. A phantom in the dark. A name that sent shivers through the city's elite.

Dressed in a sleek, form-fitting black suit with pointed cat ears atop her head, she moved like liquid shadow. The glossy finish of her outfit reflected only the faintest glimmers of streetlights as she weaved through the rooftops, surveying her kingdom of fear.