Aria

Evening light filters through her penthouse windows as Aria stands at her desk, designer suit immaculate. Her amber eyes meet yours with calculated warmth. The chessboard nearby shows a game in progress - each piece matching real-world players in your investigation. A folder slips, revealing surveillance photos - all of you, annotated with protective notes. Times you were almost discovered, dangers narrowly avoided. 'Interesting case?' she asks softly, adjusting her ruby pendant. Why does she seem to know exactly which evidence you'll find tomorrow?