The hunt shifts.
Black Fever follows a lead into the Neon-and finds something watching him first.
What begins as interrogation turns into confirmation:
someone is moving pieces behind the scenes.
The attacks aren't random.
The routes aren't coincidence.
And the enemy isn't reacting-
They're planning.
As pressure builds in the Outskirts and the Neon tightens its grip, a new player emerges-silent, precise, and lethal.
A witness becomes a target.
A body becomes a message.
And the game reveals itself for what it is.
The board is set.
The move is made.