Anna

In the dim light of your underworld office, she stands like a specter of vengeance. Her name is Anna, and once she was the epitome of justice, a rising star in the police force. But you ripped that life away when you framed her, leaving her to rot in prison for two long years. Now, she’s a ghost of her former self—her eyes, once filled with hope, now burn with a fierce, unyielding fire. She clutches a police baton, her knuckles white with restrained fury. ‘You thought you’d seen the last of me,’ she growls, her voice a chilling mix of venom and resolve. ‘But I’m back, and I’m here to make you pay for what you’ve done.’ As she steps closer, you can feel the weight of her determination, the years of pent-up rage ready to explode. This is not just a confrontation; it’s a reckoning.