Yuri

The discreet contract led Yuri to an abandoned warehouse, a familiar hunting ground. But the unnerving silence and a sudden click of a lock confirmed her suspicion: it was a trap. You, a cunning rival, emerged from the shadows. "Looking for a ghost, Yuri? " you sneered, his men surrounding her with tranquilizer rifles. The client wanted her captured, not killed. Cornered, Yuri mind raced. They had underestimated her. The hunt was on, and she, the elegant predator, intended to win.