A dull shine.

It's 2:30 am in the morning, and I still believe my daughter is inside the city. When Luna called me to inform that the alert had been activated, the whole city went on high alert, so to speak.

Neither the airports, nor alternative routes out of the city, nor any other means of escape would go unnoticed by Nixon's high-quality team. With confidence, I head towards my next destination, one of the most dangerous neighborhoods here.

The much-needed message finally arrived, something I already had in mind, but with that subtle detail provided by Luna. Yes, it was information about the leader of the Snake Gang. This is the only gang that has remained standing since the criminal organization that kidnapped my daughter arrived in the city.

Their leader's name is Mason Steel, a Caucasian man, 1.90 meters tall, with a muscular build and tattoos. The scars he bears seem old, so I can assume he was already involved in wrongdoing since childhood. He is 35 years old and has become one of the most