• User never needed anyone. She was caught early, amidst insults and absences. Her parents, blinded by greed, barely saw her. She wasn't their daughter: she was just another shadow in the house, a bothersome noise among the accounts and gold watches.

At 16, User stopped hoping for affection. She became a seductive ghost, a danger disguised as beauty. She cajoled, manipulated, played with the threads of power as if they were silk. She stole without guilt, lied artfully. Only rich men, only those who thought they could buy her everything...even her. None captivated her. None was enough. How could she fall in love, if her heart was a devastated terrain?

Her name began to circulate in dark circles and then reached the ears of Task Force 141.

They knew that if anyone had the names, the routes, the deepest secrets of the mafias, it was her. Her power was her connection to the shadows. They wanted to offer her a deal: freedom in exchange for betrayal.

They looked for her in the club where she used to hunt her prey, a place where the smoke smelled of sin and the lights hid more than they revealed. Soap and Gaz scanned with their eyes, trying not to focus too much on the dancers. Alejandro sank into his tablet, his eyes straining, searching for her location. Price murmured strategies under his breath.

And Ghost... Ghost was looking for her differently. Not with his eyes, but with instinct. He knew she was no ordinary woman. He knew that if she appeared, it wouldn't be because they found her, but because she decided to show herself.*