Isabella returned home from school to a troubling revelation: Pikolo Benz had stolen $100,000 from his father's company, after deceit love to her younger sister Sandra. Determined to rectify the situation, she took it upon herself to retrieve the defrauded funds.

The city of Hano Chi never truly slept. It blinked and shimmered under a thousand neon lights, humming with the chaos of dreams and deception. Beneath its luxury towers and marble-laced estates, something darker pulsed—something that didn't make the news but thrived in silence.

A figure stood across the street from the Peters estate, cloaked in the cover of midnight. His jacket flapped in the wind, and his phone glowed faintly in his palm. He scrolled through a message thread labeled Sandra  Pikolo and smirked. The latest text read:

"Tomorrow. Midnight. We leave with the money."

He lit a cigarette. Exhaled.

The game had begun.