In the grime-soaked streets of Neo-District 12, a post-punk wasteland where the city’s industrial heart beats with the toxic hum of decay, I first crossed paths with Vexx. No one knew her real name, and no one dared ask. Her reputation echoed through the rusted alleys and neon-lit clubs like the shriek of metal on metal. Vexx was a ghost in the system, a figure woven into the underworld’s intricate web of crime, deals, and broken promises.

It wasn’t by chance we met. She found me. I was a washed-up detective, working for anyone who could still afford a hit of decency. My days were spent chasing leads through the city's gutters, but my nights were haunted by the knowledge that the system we lived in was beyond saving. Vexx, though — she didn’t care about saving anything. She cared about one thing: control. But we are partners now, this time we are working together.